HEMSEDAL PART 6

Well, yesterday we promised pics but we fucken lied didn’t we? Ok, we have a few. But they’re crap.

Today was the ‘Slopestyle’ which is what I’ve been looking forward to checking out all week to see the likes of Michael Damgaard, Cap P, Simon Houlind, NEP and the mystery backside 720 guy ram the monster kicker backwards. Firstly, it was freaking freezing today. Not even 7 burned hotdogs could ease the pain in my pinkies; and secondly, the course was desperately lacking in jib obstacles, much to the distaste of the majority of riders. The Grongs were outright confused about it and to be honest, there are tons of the kids who destroy rails and boxes on the real and to exclude these essential obstacles was a real disappointment. That aside, the dejlig Danes adapted to what was laid out and even chucked some dead chicken at the BBQ to celebrate.

The park was bulletproof to start with, and bulletproof when I got swiftly sent down to the apartment 4 hours later to hastily “pack your shit and get out”. We’d apparently overstayed our welcome. So I didn’t get to see the last run of the men’s which sucks an egg cos the boys truly were fighting it out.

As I write, we’re none-the-wiser regarding podium placements but I can supply a few not very detailed deets about what got thrown down.

Cap P: Cab5 > HUGE back 3 mute over the whale > fs7 > his signature switch backside five hundred and forty degree rotation to forwards on the HOLY FUCK kicker.

Simon Houlind: Switch back 5 > Backflip revert thingee > front 7 > corked back 5. Bigger than you. Cleaner than you. Just give up.

That’s all I remember. It was freezing. We got booted out of our apartment but at least we moved into the pimp world famous grass-roofed place a little further up the hill where there were countless bottles of bubbles, beer and Farmor’s homemade kanelsnegl. Booyaka shiggydiggy bow wow sukkas! And Shawn White apparently slept on the couch I’m sitting on. That explains why I’m naked. The closest I can get baby.

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This may the the last post I can be bothered to hit you with from this trip so a couple of props go out to my roomies (Thanks for holding my hair out of my face while I was vomiting and the intense all-night monopoly scrabble bongo sessions – nah for real: even though we were isolated in our pimp-ass slopeside crib, it couldn’t have been a more random and fresh crew of weirdo’s and champions). (Jeg har jeres hue, men I har min hjerte) Thanks to Hove and Nuga for hooking this up (you’ve got my number for next year), Hemsedal Ski Sentre for making the jumps forgiving, and Mother Nature for being a totally delicious hottie. Dammit, I got a semi. Lastly but super long from least – Louise for being the best ever blog chick and sne buddy for the trip.
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Here are a couple of pics from the last 24.