All at 23 years of age u would expect the words 'wheres the nearest snow we can play in' to come out of our mouths in an information centre. sadly it did and no sooner did we pack the carrot and sweeds for the snow mans nuts and headed for the white hills. Scooby.......our magic mystery bus wobbled up the mountain paths to take us to our playground. As soon as we got there the hunt was on for the perfect sledge, jamaican bobsleigh kind of instrument,. i came up with black bags which worked a dream as u can see from the photos. it was mental chicken oriental we had american tourists stopping and taking photos of our banter! basically cut a hole at the bottom of the bag for the head and junped down on ur front. the speeds we got offended. even the blindman sleigh got under way when adders dared me, head first in the bag no holes and pray! clout and adders got some extreme air, acrobat adders even got a flip cos he was going so fast. Just as we thought the day could get no colder she did. we went to the ice bar. They dont mess around here with names it was a bar made out of ice. Minus 8 inside with ice glasses it was chilly on the willy cold in the hole. By jesus we could have cut out of that ice case with our nips if the door was jammed shut. Sadly no dumb and dumber moments stuck licking the ice, it was attempted however.