Granted, there were only 16 starters in my class, fewer than in your typical race. And it was a very lame super G, more like a GS really in terms of the speeds involved. But it still felt like a damn good bit of vindication. After the race I was congratulated by some of the European stars like Martin Braxenthaler. Even the normally taciturn Austrian monoskiers called me over into their little circle in the ski room after the race and told me "Nice job." That was a great feeling that could only be improved on by making the podium tomorrow, which is what I'm shooting for.
Before I sign off, it's time for a few amusing sidenotes on my Korean experience:
- Yesterday I ate something called "Braised Lotus Root." I didn't eat the baby octopi.
- In the English-language yellow pages in my hotel room, there are some interesting categories. My favorites "Catapults" (nearly a full column of listings!) and "Restaurants—Fresh Water Eel."
- On our way from the hotel to the ski area every day, we pass a farm that's home to something designated as a "Potato Breeding Station."
- At the base of the Yongpyong ski area, there is a video arcade, a shopping mall, and a pirate ship ride.