A girls-only week in France is perfect for learning to look cool on a board
My group are down for a park lesson with Sabrina Kusar, a top French freestyler. Angel must have made us look better than we are because Sabrina leads us straight to The Stash, the area's famous eco park (all the rails and kickers are wooden) and points at a 20ft fallen log with a 3ft drop off the end. 'Go girls!' she says. 'Er, can we just say hell no?' we respond in unison as Sabrina clocks that we're not as 'advanced' as she hoped. We spend the rest of the lesson pootling about on micro jumps and building our confidence. Buoyed up by our park performance, we decide it's about time for some après ski and so hit Bar Robinson, a small old-school pub run by two ancient French women. We're disappointed when tiny half pints are served up - 'just means we can have four before supper, not two,' I tell the others. We're soon giggling like schoolgirls as we run back to the chalet in time for supper. 'Ah jeez,' says host Dan, seeing our drunken state. 'You've clearly been on the Mutzigs.' 'The what?', we chorus. 'Local beer. It's 9% you know. Four of them and you're anyone's.'
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