Day 206, 26 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria. We know this, because if we were in Australia, it would be Australia Day! Fireworks, picnics, BBQs, parties, concerts, sunburn - and all that jazz. Having received some updates from home however it looks like the weather gods have had other things to say and it's flooding, cyclones, wild winds and increased insurance premiums all around. Here on the other hand it's about -3 degrees Celsius and masses of fresh snow bl...

Day 205, 25 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria. Stunning day on the slopes, new powder everywhere, perfect visibility, but with the sun filtered through clouds, no risk of sunburn. Stunning skiing weather. Loads of whizzing elegantly down the pistes and whilst I still get a bit tuckered out after 2-3 hours of non-stop skiing, James is carrying the flag for Team-NotBeingGrownups. However, we appear to have created a monster. Our current guide is called Marin (whi...

Day 204, 24 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria. Back on the slopes in Bansko. This happy snap is from yesterday when we bought ski passes for the next couple of days. Just so nice to get a photo together, it gets pride of place on the on-line mantlepiece. Had a great day up the mountain - we were just two tiny skiers in the world's biggest snow globe. There was a heap of new snow before we took 5 days off for our assorted ailments - but most got rained off. The...

Day 203, 23 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria. We went on our longest outing in 5 days today. Walked all the way to town, and back, in order to buy ski passes for tomorrow and Friday. We also checked on the fitness of our ski guide for tomorrow and it seems rumours of his knee sickness were somewhat exaggerated. Thus the fearsome threesome will be back in force tomorrow. We've finally been here long enough for the food spruikers to ease up the pressure. It's no...

Day 202, 22 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria. Still. Photo of local highlight is the church in the old town square. No, seriously, it's all good. James is getting better and today we went out for lunch - believe it or not to a French cafe. Ahhh.... the joy of hearing English spoken by people who can. Even with a French accent it's better than the purposeful/or not obtuseness of the average Bulgarian. They adore tourist money. If the tourists could FedEx the c...