Words: John Clary Davies
You?re probably thinking about summer now.
You are a skier, and skiers need to ski.
You don?t need underwear, or vanity for that matter, in South America.
Once you land, stop by the duty free.
Buy a bottle of red and some bottom-shelf Pisco.
Use that to hitchhike to Las Llenas.
When you awake, head straight for the Marte lift.
Lap it until it el viento shuts it down, then head off the beaten path.
Take the train to Chillan.
Ride in his horse-drawn trailer to Las Trancas.
Or just take a bus.
Head to the Chil?In for a Kuntsman and some thin slice.
That?s tomorrow?s breakfast and lunch.
You need ski partners.
Kiss her on the cheek, then buy a round of whiskeys on the shotski.
Introduce yourself to your new touring friends.
Head up to Nevados de Chillan with them.
Explore the wind-blown pow on the endless swell of ridges.
When you run out of money, figure out a way to get home.
Find a couch to crash on and get a job, you gawdamn bum.
Then, when it starts snowing again in North America, do it all over again.
you’re able to go to the beach when you?re dead.
If you have any questions, check out southamericaski.com.
