Hey all, I have some pictures and a video to share with you.
First up, the tale of “The Curl Marxists”
One of the guys we work with is from Canada. He is the traveling black sheep of his family. He has worked everywhere. It turns out that his brother stayed home in Canada and helped his parents with their farm and was a genuine nice guy. Already my friend, Ryan, looks like a tool, right? Well, then his brother pulls a trump card: he becomes a national hero as an Olympic athlete. Granted, the “sport” he participates in is curling, but still the guy is an Olympic athlete.
Right after Christmas break I received an email from Ryan about a curling tournament here in Kyiv. He is all geeked about doing it, just to show his parents that he is a good son too. So Cassie and I agreed to be part of his team (having never curled an end in our lives). A week later Ryan finds out that his brother has thwarted his chances at ever being the good son, and has arranged it so Ryan can come back and watch him curl at the Olympics; this made Ryan unavailable for the local tournament. Cassie and I were still excited about curling so we put our own team together. The pool of potential players was drastically reduced by the fact that the tournament was to occur on the first Saturday of our February Break. Thus we ended up with five players, none of which had ever curled before.
So we went to the tournament and actually did very well. We won the first game 1-0. And we lost the next game on the tie breaker. The third, and final, game came down to a judging mistake and we lost. This put us in 5th place, not too bad for a bunch of Americans who had never played before. We also got an invite to the next tournament…
Here are some pictures:
Oh, and our friend Ryan was further cast aside by his family when his brother won Gold at the Olympics…
After our curling match, Cassie and I used the rest of our time off to travel to Bukovel in Western Ukraine to go skiing. We had planned this trip with another family who works with us. Going in I was unsure if I could even ski. It had been 12 years since I had last tried and in the time between I had too many knee surgeries to count…
Needless to say I was nervous…
We booked this trip through an English speaking travel agent that happens to be located in the front entry of our building. We simply told them what we wanted, they booked it and we were able to pay them cash. The total for airfare, a transfer, and 4 nights in a lodge at the ski resort was under 700 dollars, not bad.
When we arrived, Cassie and I rented equipment and bought our passes. 4 days of lift tickets for 25 bucks per person was a huge deal. The very first night I discovered that I could ski. It all came back to me, like riding a bike. We did very well for ourselves. Cassie got comfortable towards the end and was able to take some of the intermediate runs. I did a few black runs, but did not fall once during the whole ski trip. I was very pleased…
We are already thinking that we might go back next February.
Here are some pictures from the resort…
Here are some pictures from the resort…
And a few videos of Cassie and our friend Carl skiing. Carl is a 38 year old Texan, who had never skiied or snowboarded. His kids wanted to learn to snowboard so he rented the equipment and took lessons with them. The kids (teenagers) gave up quickly, Carl worked his butt off and was actually pretty good.