The crew. f.l.t.r. Marki, Miri, Fipsi, Gabi, Benni and… Miki?
Recently, I was sitting in our office, thinking about what people say about us German lads. We’re always on time, reliable and for sure know how to build that automobile. People from France however, are known for their superior baguette skills, their wine and cheese and their title as “world champion of sex”, which simply means they get to bone a lot. In short, while we know how to set up this stupid 4 wheeled vehicle, the French guys know how to live. Once I had figured this out, I flipped over my table, ran out of the office and screamed “fuck this shit, I’m going to France”!
As a coincidence, my good friend from DC Germany/Austria called in that exact minute and asked if I’m down for a trip to lovely Meribel, France, where DC has a park and a cosy mountain chalet. Of course I was down and a couple days later I sat in the plane with my fellow France enthusiasts Miri Hofmann, Fips Strauss, Benny Wetscher, Gabor Abonyi, photo djude Mike Wechselberger as well as my buddy Markus, who runs the Inferno boardshop.
Once we arrived at the airport in Lyon, we tried to pick up our rides at the car rental. We tried. In the bigger car, there were too many seats and we knew we’d get a spacing problem, so we kindly asked the staff to store two of the seats for us. Well, they didn’t, instead they kept on repeating the sentence “this is not possible but you can always cancel your reservation”. I would have smashed their counter, but team daddy Benny stayed calm, grabbed the keys and we took off. Once we were at the crib – one hell of a crib by the way – Fips, Gabor, Markus and I drove off again, took some laps in the ski resort and called it a day.
The next morning, we got up early in order to shoot the park and while the pros were checking in the kickers, the “medias” decided to hit some pow first. Basically, the pow hit us since Mike only brought a splitboard and normal shades and I had a 150cm park board, so we were hopping down those pillow lines like full retards. We had great fun and after each run I asked Mike whether we should do what we were paid for and start taking pictures of the riders. But Mike always said “just one more lap”.
Day 3. Heavy breakfast, heavy shooting, heavy dinner, heavy Carlsberg consuming. Plus, our filmer Mog has arrived, coming fresh from carnival in Brasil with some “issues” with his digestive tract, which earned him the title: The Toilet Titan.
The day after, our host Jesus (pronounced Chreesus) accused me of having eaten his “Prince” cookies. So far, I really liked the swearing, grilling, wine drinking, grey haired boss of the house and now that. “Cheezuz, Jesus” I said “I fucking didn’t eat your prince, man” but he didn’t believe me and made me bring out the garbage. After this coincidence, we went filming the whole day with French legend Franck Moissonnier who joined and proved that 35 years are nothing for a jump slayer like him and ended the day with a nice session at the down rail. In the evening I figured it was unfair to only give Mog a title, so here’s the others. Fips: Sir Sleep-too-Much, Gabor: Earl Eat-a-Lot (A LOT), Benny: Baron Biceps, Miri: Mama Mia (due to the superior cooking skills), Mike: Beer Beast (he can handle one or two bottles), Me: Sunburn Star (yep, every day) and Markus: Kicker King (he was the first to check in the pro line).
Day 5 should be already the last day of shredding for Miri, Fips and me, so we again rose early and drove off to the lift. While Miri did a nice job on the rails, Fips killed the pipe and Benny and Gabor served the kicker line. I decided to stop filming and eat the stuff Jesus grilled in the chill area, good decision. Back in the chalet, we had some sort of a party with wine, lots of beer, drinking games and a horrible French herb schnaps which Jesus gave us (no offence Jesus, but that was a hard-knock schnaps, photo proof above). Later that night, Mike started showing us a couple of his tattoos but as soon as his nipple got involved, I knew I’d have to hit the bed.
At 8 we got up, Miri, Fips and I said bye to everyone, took a picture, went to the airport, ate one last baguette, flew and landed in Munich without our boardbags. Two hours later still no boardbags, I had missed my train twice and Fips was bummed since he had an appointment the other day. I was bummed too, but figured we were still better off than the rest of the bunch who had to fit 5 people, 4 boardbags, 5 bags, filming gear and 7 seats in only one car. By the way, I still don’t know what happened to them, but at least I got my boardbag back…
Many thanks go out to the crew, it was a blast! And of course to DC, Jesus (It’s alright dude, I still like you), Franky and Carlsberg for my at least 3 bottles of free beer each day. Oh and to Mike and Miri for sharing their pics! Oh and to HapaTeam for all the foto and video equipment.