I had my breakfast in the company of the insane Australian and was able to share in his joy as the Aussies had progressed to the second round of the World Cup. His insane enthusiasm is infectious and I couldn't help but feel happy as well, I think I may cheer for the Aussies instead from now on. He and I were both stoked. Went skiing later than normal and had 3 hours of zooming down the beginners slope. When I arrived I saw the guy who serves me a large hot chocolate with cream and chocolate sauce in Starbucks being carted off in an ambulance. I gave him a nod and asked how he was, he was in good spirits but his knee was in a bad way. Unfortunately thats snowbusiness. As I was leaving I passed the girl from Oxford who cut my hair the other day. As we both passed each other we shared a nice 'hey' moment and then as all blokes do in such a situation I looked round after walking off a few paces and she was looking as well. Unfortunately she was going off to a snowboard lesson and I was going for the bus, but the encounter made me happy anyway. Even if the situation was different I still can't forgive the sh1t job she did on my hair, how can a hairdresser do a number one all over in anything less than perfect fashion? Still, she did look foxy in her ski outfit which is quite an accomplishment. Today is the beginning of the Queenstown Winter Festival, quite a big deal apparently. I went to an ice hockey match with a few people from the hostel. I enjoyed it, I used to go to hockey all the time with my father, it was kind of our thing until I discovered basketball and switched codes. On my return to the hostel, after 4 nights of having a 4bed dorm to myself my peace was shattered by 3 Germans, shisa.