Skiing in Andorra, 31/1-7/2/99
We've just arrived back from another ski trip to Andorra, but this time
everyone returned in tact. It was a huge week and as a consequence we've all got
colds and have needed to have a week of alcohol. Highlight of the week would have to
be Jim's tale of not making it to the toilet in time and having to bin his boxers as a
result. Click here to meet Jim the Shitter.
Rick had arrived from Australia at 5am the morning before we left.
With only 9 nights away, he was keen to go out on his first night, so we thought we'd head
to Chris's Australia Day party. I hadn't managed to pack for skiing, but since the
party started at 2pm, the plan was to be home by 8pm, in time to pack and get some sleep
before skiing (5am start on the Sunday). Sadly, the best laid plans often go
astray......Rick and I arrived home after 2am a little worse for wear. Consequently
the plane trip and the bus ride to the ski fields was not the most enjoyable experience
for either of us. The photos kind of tell the story.

Chris, Rick and me
Chris and the funnel
Looking Good!
Rick's model pose

Chris's Aussie boxers Chris and Rick looking
very sober The end of the night
By Day

A quick summary of my ski week

Me, Jeff, Bevan and Justin
Rick and Jeff fighting
Lunch at Pas 83

Bevan,Jeff,Jim,Justin,me
At the lake
Bevan, Rick and Jim the Shitter
Me

Me again
Rick
Vic, me and Mandy
Rick
What is this?
By Night
Pub Crawl Night

Milwaulkee (No boxers for Jim)
Marsailles Bar
The Crack

KYU
Ian, Mark, Ritchie, me, Justin, Jeff, Jim
Jim's Crack
Tuesday Night

Jeff gets lucky
Bum Boarding Night

Mark
Group sled race
Vic, Rick,
Ritchie, Mark and Jim

The vodka-winning team Vic, post vodka shot
Rick, Justin, Mandy and me

Our night at the Milwaulkee bar after the vodka shots.
Rib night

Bad rib dinner
Mark and Rick
Thirsty? Jeff as Michael Hutchence
Going Home
Mark, Jim, Jeff and Rick stayed out all night on our last night in
Andorra. While Mark had a little sleep on the airport floor, Rick, Jeff and Jim kept
drinking in Toulouse airport. On the plane they screamed "BAGS" at the
stewardesses, and laughed at the guy vomiting behind them. We took their bags home
from Gatwick airport while they went to the church to see some more BAGS and then we met
them at the Walkabout in Shepherds Bush. By the time we arrived they were not a very
pretty sight. Jim went walkabout to get food and wasn't allowed back in as he was
too drunk.

Rick gets lucky no camera
for Jeff Tired
Rick, Jim and Jeff, Toulouse airport

Just good friends?
Problem passengers on the flight home

Exchange of 50 quid when Jeff loses the bet
Harry, me and sambuca shots

Jeff, Harry (Rick's school
friend) and Rick The demise of Jim
the Shitter