Like I said, we went for our teambuilding. All 60 people from the commercial teams. Including the foreign offices. And we had a blast of time. Skiing. Eating. Drinking. No laptops. How could it be better for a teambuilding?

Well, it was a mix-mix trip. Why? We rough it out by making our journey with a 12hours coach ride. Though we had a captain, an open bar (where we emptied the drinks at the 6th hour), 4 very bad movies, a toilet and a poker table which ran for 10 hours. Yep, all on board…

Then we arrive at the tiny town of Villars. Its a such a pretty place! Picturesque! We room-shared in a typical swiss chalet.

They even organised a ski instructors for people like me. Beginners. He was really a good instructor. I skied before but last year I had a bad fall because I just keep going on faster and faster, couldn’t stop, then crashed! You should have seen the look splattered on my face when I just kept pickin the speed. I think it would have made thru to the America Funniest.

Nevertheless, this time, I really had a good guidance. I could ski! I only fell once

Just that, you should see the little chaps. Those kids put us to shame man!

But they were awww, so adorable that they make my heart flipped and moist like a hot chocolate brownie waiting to be poke on to let out the heavenly melted chocolate.

Ok, ok I feel like eating that now. That’s why for that description.

In the night, we had a team-fondue-dinner. THough I choose the fish dish instead as I still couldnt accept the fact that I will only have bread and pungent cheese the entire night.

After dinner, all of us flocked down the street together hunting for a cool bar to hang out. There was none. THe only bar alive is a hard.core.biker bar. Though I guess no one mind it at all if the beer just taste the same. At 11pm, we hurried down to a club which was said to ‘just open’.

Naturally, we dominated the place. But we had a really a blast.

There’s a pole in the middle of the dance floor and somehow somewhere, people had the impression that I am a pole dancer (just because I learnt the flemish word – paal dansen) and embarassingly, I was being carried up onto that pole couple of times.

NgaH! Maybe I should pick up the dance to live up to the said reputation

The night ended late but I suprised myself by waking up very early and puttin on my boots for 2nd day of skiing. I think I am really getting a flair of it

Next winter I will put myself to a week’s course so that I will be shameless besides those brats.

And I will get me self my nice one-piece black/orange strip ski suit. Bah, women!

Just before I left for the 12 hour bus ride back to brussels, my ski instructor’s last words were, “see you again. i will think of you”. ????? hehehaha