🏂 Winter sports with Mollie

To fully enjoy the post — turn on this set

Mollie has got a tradition to go for winter sports every year. Everything was arranged by Sunweb and Mollie. We went there by bus

We were not allowed to drink Jager in the bus, but nobody said anything about Stroh, right? It’s only for sake of a good sleep.

Given the night ride, which leads to sleepless night and sore back, I didn’t expect next day snowboarding at all, but the things are changing after couple of redbulls. We landed in a beautiful area

And went to the hotel. Hotel supports check-in only since 15 o’clock, so there is no possibility to sleep, even if you want to.

Some people had their equipment, some did not, so we went to rental service.

Also, some people tend to forget returning their boards and boots, because been shitfaced for 3 days in a row. This is the time to say thanks to Simone, who arranged returning of my equipment.

The snowboarding went well, even though it was too warm — +1C, which was enough for snow to melt

The city itself is nice and calm, but I wouldn’t say legendary

But we don’t go for wintersport because of sport, do we? For me it’s mostly about apreski and this culture. Play this set to get the spirit!

Austrians engineered a brilliant game: to nail down the nails. The one who does it first — wins. The thing is: you have to put them down with the sharp side of the hammer. I managed to do it once, when I was sober, and I could not even hit it when I was drunk

Playing this game you can meet Mollie’s customers

At one of the bars where we were partying, there was a bald British guy. who apparently was wearing a wig. Not at the moment I saw him, tho. I saw him being bald and the wig on the table. I thought — what can go wrong if I gonna be wearing the wig?
I did so.
The English guy was super angry at me, at me, knowing no reason for that!
When I asked him to have a drink with us, he was like:
— Oh fuck offf, will ya?

Later, when he took the wig with him, leaving the pub, I understood what was wrong.

Not every story is to be told, my Ma is reading my blog, but I’ll just leave this picture here, for those who been there

For the next day you’ve got few options. First — is to go to a sauna in the hotel, which is for some reason named as a porn-shooting room.

I can remember a story of a guy who get possessed by an idea of sleeping right inside the sauna right after party, so he stayed at bars until 5ish o’clock, then spent 1h walking around the hotel looking for entrance to the sauna, and when it automatically get open at 6 o’clock he found his peace inside. Meanwhile, our crew had started a little investigation, and we were ready to call the cops at the end of the day if he does not appear.
But Thijs appeared around 11 and was like: oh guys, the sauna was lovely! 🙃

Also you can just stay outside freezing till being sober

Or, if you’re a cyborg, you can repeat the previous day

Surprisingly, checkout in the hotel was at 13 o’clock (given checkin at 10), and the bus was waiting for us at 19. So I organised a sleeping party: it’s that kind of party where is no fun — you get there just to sleep. Apparently it became quite popular

Yep, that’s it.
Thanks for reading, it’s been a long post.
I hope you enjoyed it! 🤙🏻

P.S.

Never party with Thijs, and always party with Thijs. 😂