The trip begins. Five of us jammed into a taxi bound for Gatwick North at 05:15 hours. Looking around everyone struggling to stay awake as taxi whizzed off.
Gatwick reached; it was time to check in the baggage. Sometimes you seriously forget how many people take easyJet flights, seriously the queue for check in was immense! By 08:00 hours everyone from Logikal Projects had found each other on the plane. Still shattered, a few selfies were taken and another 30 minutes into the flight most were out cold gagging for some sleep.
The flight felt like a few minutes, maybe because I was asleep or maybe France is just not that far away. The coach transfer was the next stage in the plan. Planned it was... the Jagermeister came out and half cups distributed amongst the 24 members. As the journey continued all you could see outside the windows were the stunning views of mountain peaks and beautiful lakes. Eventually the coach would start to climb, finally arriving in the midst of our amazing chalet.
Chalet Saskia it was called, and Logikal Projects on holiday we were to be staying for the next few days. Frantically running to all the rooms, like a little kid waking up at christmas eagerly diving for presents we all were. The bedrooms, the living room, the kitchen, the basement games room and the outside view including a jacuzzi. What more could you want for the next few days? It was insane.
15:00 hours we hit the slopes, with about 2 hours remaining before the ski lifts close. As a boarder who has not been in a very long time I needed to find my feet; what a struggle this was. My board had run away from me at some point that afternoon as well. After a solid hour or two of being raped by the snow I headed back to some amazing views and some amazing food. Markus had prepared us a feast of chicken, salmon, veg, potatoes... it was basically roast with more!
5th March 2015 -
08:00 hours... well it was around half past actually. I trot down to breakfast and it is an expected sight when you find your friends and colleagues looking rough from the wine and alcohol.
Sadly there were high winds of around 100km/h;~ snowboarding was out of the question today. So instead we all went out for lunch. There's a nice little place that serves 70 different types of Belgian beer. Like OMG. Played a little pool with the lads (won both games but also lost a bet.) Lets just say a kiss was lost or gained or whatever?
The hot tub became apparent on the agenda for the afternoon. A few landscape selfies and relaxing. It was well worth it. In the games room table tennis, music, beer, and some foosball kicked off. The Italians formed an unbeaten team which I believe still has not been lost.
Dinner time and damn... Markus is a top chef. I don't explain it just look at the pictures!...
6th/7th March 2015 -
Back to the mountain for some snowboarding. Funny enough I managed to break my thumb snowboarding on a red slope. Like a soldier I still continued and thank god I did... La Folie Douche
up in the alps was so so worth it.
It was like a club up there, expensive alcohol, performances, dancing on tables... raving hard. A little problem arose: I had a broken thumb, I was drunk and the ski lifts had closed. Only way back was to board down a bunch of blue and red routes; I can now confirm that when you are drunk anything is possible! ANYTHING! As a group we jet down the mountains all the way back to OZ where it was a taxi way back. Which then basically leads us to more dinner from Markus.
The last few nights were absolute madnesses. People dancing on fireplaces, tables, broken glass, extreme amounts of drinking, my room getting trashed? I still don't quite understand why a curtain pole was ripped off my wall... oops.
8th March 2015 -
Home time. Woke up hanging, drunk still, injured... Had some amazing Carbonara.
All in all; everything was worth it. Love work, rave harder, eat sleep rave repeat...!
Gotta love Logikal Projects and all its members! Love <3
Sadly there were high winds of around 100km/h;~ snowboarding was out of the question today. So instead we all went out for lunch. There's a nice little place that serves 70 different types of Belgian beer. Like OMG. Played a little pool with the lads (won both games but also lost a bet.) The hot tub became apparent on the agenda for the afternoon. A few landscape selfies and relaxing. It was well worth it. In the games room table tennis, music, beer, and some foosball kicked off. The Italians formed an unbeaten team which I believe still has not been lost.
Dinner time and damn... Markus is a top chef. I don't explain it just look at the pictures!...
6th/7th March 2015 -
Back to the mountain for some snowboarding. Funny enough I managed to break my thumb snowboarding on a red slope. Like a soldier I still continued and thank god I did... La Folie Douche up in the alps was so so worth it.
It was like a club up there, expensive alcohol, performances, dancing on tables... raving hard. A little problem arose: I had a broken thumb, I was drunk and the ski lifts had closed. Only way back was to board down a bunch of blue and red routes; I can now confirm that when you are drunk anything is possible! ANYTHING! As a group we jet down the mountains all the way back to OZ where it was a taxi way back. Which then basically leads us to more dinner from Markus.The last few nights were absolute madnesses. People dancing on fireplaces, tables, broken glass, extreme amounts of drinking, my room getting trashed? I still don't quite understand why a curtain pole was ripped off my wall... oops.
Home time. Woke up hanging, drunk still, injured... Had some amazing Carbonara.
All in all; everything was worth it. Love work, rave harder, eat sleep rave repeat...!
Gotta love Logikal Projects and all its members! Love <3
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