totally irrelevant picture
I've been signing up friends via Facebook and discovered this brilliant Leysin group - I hate the Leysin Stairs of Death. Anyone who knows Leysin knows these bloody things, that link the Village to Feydey. I must have been up and down them a thousand times, a hundred of them with a damaged ligament in my foot (thanks to a fall on the Vag stairs!)
Incredibly I don't seem to have a photo of them - so you're stuck with this one of me in 1988 in typical pose, champagne in one hand and a knife in the other, on the Chalet Elisabeth balcony.
posted by Steve Sainsbury @ 11:07 pm
2 Comments:
ha ha i skied the stairs of death one day after going directly to the vag after a day ski instructing at the hotel chamois.
i was shit faced and flew across one of the intersecting streets and crashed into someones mercedes.. ripped my ski pants on the (breaking) tail lights.. ouch!
I spent the summer of 1966 as a bartender at the Vagabond. I was just out of the US Army, and now that I'm a geezer and a heart-attack alumnus those Leysin stairs are worth talking about. But they weren't for us at the time; we (all of us that summer were veterans of the same outfit in Kitzingen, Germany) went up and down them without a thought. I remember a girl who had asthma who had difficulty with them, and though my buddies and I were chain smoking Gaullois at the time, we didn't.
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