Ski Resort Review: Chamonix: This isn't it

i know you're all (my faithful 3 readers) desperate to hear about our trip to Chamonix yesterday and, of course, to hear my informed and unbiased review of the skiing to be had there, but, owing to the best bout of coding i've had in years, from which i'm still glowing, that won't be published just yet.

Yesterday i was just too completely exhausted to do anything requiring any kind of coordination of my basic motor functions - let alone manipulate my phalanges for the complex task of typing. And yes, the reason for the exhaustion is Chamonix - they aren't kidding around over there, but more on that later, and not in this post.

Tomorrow we are returning to Chamonix, site of the first Winter Olympic games in 1948, to the ski domain of Les Houches (which i think is pronounced Lay-Zhoosh, but feel free to correct me) to observe the Kandahar Mens Downhill World Cup race. It should be spectacular. We're planning on trying to observe the race from a few different points, but failing that will be watching from the finish line. So, tune into Ski Sunday and you might just see us there ringing our cow bells!

Here's a quick glimpse of the absolutely fantastic day we had in Chamonix yesterday to whet your appetite for the main event.

That's Natalie in the distant foreground and the white moutain in the distant background is called Mont Blanc. i get vertigo if i look at this photo for too long.