shy shell

i was out showing my style snowboarding on the weekend (falling over lots (especially in front of big crowds), getting annoyed at the flat bits, and thinking i was way cool) at mt pizol, with michelle, who was down from england for the weekend (yay!). she was skiing, and didn't let me take any pictures of her. she said it was because she was too embarassed about how bad a skier she was, but of course we all know it was because she wasn't snowboarding.

my organisation was a bit of a debacle however. i'd booked accomodation in bad ragaz, but our train ticket got us to sargans, 5km short. so in our confusion we ended up having to walk 5km saturday afternoon and sunday morning, rather than face the wrath of the swiss ticket collectors. that was all ok though, since our time on the slopes was more than enough to give me aching muscles (and hopefully not a fractured rib...). plus the views were kind of pretty.