This is how Russians say farewell to Sochi for the season and this tells me, when we see how they say good-bye, Russia is a destination which really needs to be on the itinerary.
Hundreds of people slid down the slopes of the Rosa Khutor ski resort near Sochi, Thursday, wearing nothing more than swimsuits, in an attempt to set a new Guinness World Record for an en masse descent down a mountain in swimsuits.
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In other news, apparently Guinness has a category for this. It must be Most Semi-Naked People Skiing and Risking One Hellacious Sunburn at the Same Time.
Note: that sunburn is fo' real too. My brother-in-law grew a beard specifically because of the bounce back of the sun from the snow. That alone was enough to fry him between his chin and his neck so he grew a beard for defense.
How about the li'l blondie girl blowing kisses, huh. Those Russkis ... they're so damn stern.
The most immediate memory of skiing for me isn't from the mountain trips but rather with Lotho to a small place in Ohio and this was way back as in Seventies. I had a measure of MDA which had some hallucinogenic properties and we were almost certainly blowing ganja as well. Doing that while skiing at night is twisted because of all the shadows from the artificial lights.
That was one splendid evening and, as with the best of them, I have no idea how we got home.
Ed: so you didn't meet the li'l Russki blondie girl?
There's one tiny detail on that. She wasn't even born yet.
Hundreds of people slid down the slopes of the Rosa Khutor ski resort near Sochi, Thursday, wearing nothing more than swimsuits, in an attempt to set a new Guinness World Record for an en masse descent down a mountain in swimsuits.
RT LIVE http://rt.com/on-air
- YouTube
In other news, apparently Guinness has a category for this. It must be Most Semi-Naked People Skiing and Risking One Hellacious Sunburn at the Same Time.
Note: that sunburn is fo' real too. My brother-in-law grew a beard specifically because of the bounce back of the sun from the snow. That alone was enough to fry him between his chin and his neck so he grew a beard for defense.
How about the li'l blondie girl blowing kisses, huh. Those Russkis ... they're so damn stern.
The most immediate memory of skiing for me isn't from the mountain trips but rather with Lotho to a small place in Ohio and this was way back as in Seventies. I had a measure of MDA which had some hallucinogenic properties and we were almost certainly blowing ganja as well. Doing that while skiing at night is twisted because of all the shadows from the artificial lights.
That was one splendid evening and, as with the best of them, I have no idea how we got home.
Ed: so you didn't meet the li'l Russki blondie girl?
There's one tiny detail on that. She wasn't even born yet.
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