17/04/2010

Got up this morning at a reasonable hour to eat breakfast and get ready for more boarding as I was feeling so much better than yesterday, we all made our way to the beginner slope where I built another kicker, slightly larger than the previous one where everyone tried it, but failed miserably. It was very funny to watch.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to pull off my backflip as the jump wasn’t great for it, nor was I even able to pull off a 360 L

We headed back to camp in the early afternoon as we had to pack our stuff and get ready to head back down the mountain, unfortunately for us it started raining and the winds picked up. The entire way down Jack and I took the piss out of Cindy who was our guide and teacher for those who were beginners, we needed something to entertain us on the walk down (because the view wasn’t enough) and taking the piss out of her was just too easy.

We got down the mountain and hopped in the jeep waiting for us; all of us were nackard and wanted to rest on the journey back to Manali. Obviously this wasn’t easy as we had an overly loud Indian character in the back seat practically yelling unnecessarily at Cindy when he talked. I was very close to pulling off my boot and shoving it into his mouth, I suppose it was a good thing I didn’t because apparently this would upset some people especially him.

That’s the one thing I hate about India, it’s the unnecessary noise, any road vehicle will honk their horn whenever they get a chance, ticket inspecters on local transportation will blow their whistle right next to your ear just to tell the driver 3 feet away to stop for some passengers to get off, people loading the buses from the roof will not respect the people sleeping inside by placing their goods quietly on the rooftop, instead they slam and smash everything everywhere waking everyone. Damn, its annoying! My ears are going to be shot by the time I leave India in 2 weeks tomorrow (not that I’m counting the days) and I go to heaviest of Metal festivals.

We made it back to Vashisht with blood coming out of our ears where I picked up my gear and headed over to Old Manali where Jack and I shared a room in a hotel where the others from the camp were staying.

I went off to use the interweb where surprisingly I bumped into Thomas, a French Canadian guy whom I met in Beijing; Thomas, myself and his friend also named Thomas went together to see the Great Wall of China.

Later in the afternoon I bumped into another guy I had met before although at first didn’t recognize him. Omar, this Israeli guy I had met in Thailand in Krabi, thankfully I wrote about him in this journal and after searching his name it then clicked for me who he was… God, im terrible at remembering peoples faces and names.

Jack and I met with Thomas and his family who he was traveling with in a nice restaurant where we caught up and had a good but expensive meal before having an early one.

Jeep ride down the mountain