We've met up with friends here, and yesterday the teens swapped their skis for snow boards. Totally different skills are needed to stay upright, but everyone could by the afternoon. Tony, Imo & I were back on skis for the last time today, and thanks to clear weather traversed the mountain and the next one over, riding between the two on the Dragondola (it really is called that). The view was spectacular, and a few furry animals could be seen from above - we decided they were snow monkeys.
We are staying in a family run boutique hotel, a fusion of Japanese and western styles. The owner, Kinta-San, speaks English and is an excellent cook and host. Breakfast consists of a yummy savoury dish (omelette, risotto) and delicious home-baked bread and pasties, plus the best black tea I've had on this trip. This is a very good thing, as lunch options are limited. The ski fields are dominated by a huge hotel complex called the Prince, which is like a cruise ship in the snow. It contains many cafes and restaurants, but all are overpriced and underwhelming.
We ate in last night, a four course feast with wine, and ended the evening in a conversation pit (I think they were called in the 70s) in front of a pot-bellied stove.
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