The day consisted of a short visit to one of the few Ozzie owned bars in St Anton, Fang House and then we caught the last bubble up to Krazy Kanguruh. Immense dancing, too many VB’s and barbeques in the snow (i.e. men standing outside in the snow, wearing board shorts, wife beaters and flip-flops pretending to enjoy themselves while freezing their arses off!).
So the beer and the jager were flowing and the KK was rammed, lots of burgers, dancing on tables, shots, old school Australian tunes and tone deaf singing from any seasonnaire and holiday maker in the place.
Getting into the Australian spirt!
There was a fair few patriotic Australians around, one being my friend Craig who got the bus up to the Krazy kanguruh at 11:05, wearing his board shorts and wife beater and didn’t leave till 21:45. It was a hardcore effort by a true Australian.
Craig a true Australian!
The KK has a tradition. Any girl who shows off her boobs, gets a free bottle of Champers. And inevitably there were a few boobs on show. The new Bar girl got them out for the boys, although by mistake. Trust me, there were few happy men in that bar!
Slowly the KK came to a close and we had to ski home – eek! One guy decided to run home with poles and then did seven forward rolls to finish his dash but Chalet girl F found it a bit too challenging; skis, poles, glasses and hat were lost, but as she found herself 4 meters in front of a roaring piste basher...close to death...fear not, Ali came to the rescue. Chalet girl F was a bit shambolic and snow covered when she reached the bottom but after a pizza and reaching the arms of a hot man, she was OK – phew.
Chalet Girl F, feeling slightly worse for wear trying to eat her pizza!
Closing time at the KK...
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, but who knew the Brits could celebrate an Ozzie day so well? That’s when good neighbours become good friends.
Ciao x
amazing; Australia day looks brilliant. keep having fun
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