I spent the weekend in my dear old mountains in the South of France. They are called Massif Central. I was right on time for the first snow storm of the season. With winds up to 100 km/h and small icy flakes that mark your faces like needles. Such a good feeling, that's my home ;)

Friday was quieter and I went off for a 10k hike around a lake (not yet frozen unfortunately). The whole countryside was covered in snow. After so many years in Africa, close to one of the driest place on Earth (the Namibe Desert) it feels really good to be here.

I just can't wait for my next time off so that I can take my old Murow out for a ride down the slopes! I haven't snowboarded for 2 years now. Man I am going to look like a beginner ... again ..!

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