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Some
day, early in February you wake up to find out that the city life is blocked.
The radio stations "alarm" the ordinary people that the streets are unpassable.
The high mountain passes- forbidden for trucks, cars restricted. You look
out of the window to find out that God has made you a February gift - 20-30cm
of clear white snow. A happy smile sets on your face and you think happily
"The RICH years from my grandfather's days have come back". One hour of
hard driving in traffic jams and on the snowy mountain road and we
throw ourselves in the thick powder...
Well this year we are happy. Every two days - a heavy snowfall. Every possible day - in the mountains. |
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And of course
soon we were "on the road again". Me, Joanna and Botyo (a snowboarder with
right ideas - powder ride is better than half pipe) headed for holy Bansko.
Dirty busses, deals with taxi drivers, 3 hours of traveling and finally
we were there...
Well, I expected a lot, but this was more. The road had been dug in the huge snowocover. The taxi traveled as if in tunnel of snow...And finally a breath of crystal cold air. The Powder waited for us. So were the steep forests...Perfect as ever...Lots of POWDER, nobody's passed before you...Speed riding with Beastie and Sublime sounding in our heads...Diving in and flying out, jumping from everything, falling with joy...well this is what skiing is about. Like It was written a long time ago: "Trying to describe It is like trying to describe sex to a virgin" |
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