Pirate Movie Production

So welcome back to Madonna di Camiglio where after a pretty unproductive day shooting we were in for our bit fat surprise upon arriving back onto the slopes. That's right! The Polizia!!! The beacon or the fuzz...whatever you wanna call em. These guys had been there all day watching us waiting for the moment they could demonstrate their 'authority'. Fair enough, there was a sign there saying "Skiing out of bounds is forbidden" but for one we're snowboarders... Secondly pretty much every resort in the world is equipped with these signs and nobody gives a shit! Well not these guys... After the big fat boss let off most of his steam and slowed down his ranting to Tazz i could start to work out what he was saying between the spit and mumbles, his main issue was that this zone was National Park and it was forbidden to go up there. So we checked and there was no sign saying "National Park". I tried to explain this to him but obviously the chief of Polizia doesn't speak or understand a word of English, Spanish or French so i gave up, I mean really what kind of cop are you man?! But the icing on the cake was when one of the deputy cops who was smoking a cigarette outside put his cigarette out on the floor and just left it there! About 20 meters away from "National Park"!!! At the top of the lift station! Im sorry but that lift station and pig farm have to be damaging the National Park slightly more than a few snowboarders who are in fully equipped safely and respect the mountain. Tazz came through though and with help for the wonderful tourist office we didn't have to pay any fines. But things just kept getting worse... When we woke up the next morning Fichtl was literally dying. He couldn't hold anything in or out, lost all his energy and was almost unable to get out of bed. Meanwhile Bjorn and I tried to get some filming in but the weather and our luck was against us. Marco soon had to go home to recover so Clem drove him there then went on to Oslo for his next adventure with Larsen, Botner, Hans and Monsieur Tanon (coming in the next blog!) So now it was just Bjorn and me. We decided to have some fun building some smaller poppy jumps in the trees as the weather was still bad. Finally one semi good day (i.e. at least one shot...) Next day actually started pretty sick, we built a mega popper and tried out some whacked out shit (thats right fuck airbags!) but there was no good angle to film it from because the trees were so dense. The only angle was from the bottom of the landing making it look tiny. So we packed up our shit and were about to ride home. Off we go, two turns then chaos later I found myself at the bottom of the snow well of a tree in screeching pain from my left knee. Hadn't seen that bitch coming... So made it home but suddenly my  stomach starting aching really bad... thats right! I caught the same virus as Fichtl so that was me out for the count! On the final day, you guessed it! The sun came out! Bjorn made it alone to play on some nice step downs we had been saving all week long. Hope you got shots boy!! So thats that! Hanging back at casa Pirate now waiting to get my knee checked out and trying not to puke everywhere... Stay tuned for the video blog coming very soon too!!! Peace out TC.