Day 2 of snowboarding. Many crash. Such bruise. My arse feels like I spent the weekend in prison. But I can finally get to the bottom without taking out a few small Japanese children on the way.
We met a girl who had broken her wrist on her second day here and had to take an ambulance to the hospital in Kutchan. It’s the third person we’ve met in our limited time here with some kind of snapped appendage. Not exactly a ringing endorsement when our snowboard technique involves sliding down on our backs instead of on the board. But persevere we shall.
On our afternoon run I zoomed past a woman on the slope who was faintly sobbing and crying for help. After a heated debate with my conscience I skidded to a stop, ditched my board and walked over to her. The poor thing had dropped her ski pole on the ski lift, had come all the way down the slope and was just staring at it pathetically, on a hill way out of her reach. “My pole!” She exclaimed, pointing unnecessarily. Not a problem lady, I was born to help random citizens. I took a heroic running leap at the hill and promptly smacked my face into the side of it, sliding down like a tomato thrown at a wall. Undeterred, I kicked in footholes and slowly managed to get up, grab the pole and slide back down with my hands behind my head like I was modelling for Playboy. “You..you saved my life!” She stammered. I simply gazed into the sun and nodded, retrieving my board and suavely exiting with my hands on my hips. All another day’s work for this guy.