Eyes meet in an accident as the tray is set down. A moment. Of eyeing. Much to the interest of Turtle who picks up on the subtlety (or lack thereof). A hint of a smile and a small nod breaks it. But eyes linger with backward glances.
The competition is slow and long with practices in the morning and the main event in the evening. Ting & Co. explore the environs: a naked forest, a ruinous church and a children's playground blanketed in pure white snow. Childhoods relived: a snow angel, a downhill run, a snowfight and a merry-go-round.
We celebrated coming eighth out of 25 international teams at the after-party. Team walk-on couldn't have been better. I thought we'd make the finals but at least we got a certificate during the prize presentation ceremony as semi-finalists. I think Coach got got the most kick out of Zuvedra's coach deeming us fit to make the finals.
Hitched a ride back to the barracks with a Serbian team. Celebrated Tanmeister's birthday and spent the rest of the night playing Pictionary until 4.00 a.m.
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