I’ve spent the last few years seeing the world and experiencing as much I possibly can. I’ve touched the sky, been to the bottom of the sea, jumped off mountains and tried to do everything in between. And I’ve met some amazing people along the way.

Skydiving was fun while the adrenalin lasted, but made my sphincter started yodelling when reality kicked in and I realised I was on my own as I jumped out of the plane.

Scuba diving was amazing, though less colourful than I imagined. Snorkelling provided the colour but I now forever compare it to the undersea visual feast available in the South Pacific islands and Australia. I’ll never get airsick again after the Red Bull stunt plane in New Zealand. And now James Bond seems a bit of a pussy because in Goldeneye, he didn’t bungy from as high as I did in Queenstown...

Starting ‘The Jungle Drums,’ my magazine in Spain gave me a taster of having my own place, own company, own life... Even if by the end, it didn’t feel like the right one.

I’ve spent the last couple of years searching for my next ‘happy place.’ Surfing in Oz was fun, but hard work and dangerous with the psycho marine life. Surfing in Wales was just hard work. It was as I left the freezing Atlantic waters of Llengenith earlier this year, shivering, almost unable to breathe in my stupid looking wetsuit that I realised that I knew where my happy place is.

Consistently for the last few years, I’ve found myself up various snow-covered mountains having a fantastic time. The lifestyle, temperature, people and of course the snow sports make me grin stupidly just by thinking about them.

When I went backpacking, wheresthatluckybastard.com proved popular with friends, family and colleagues, so I figured I’d start Snow506.com to document my 05/06 season.

If no one else reads this, that’s cool. Mum and Dad reckoned they missed me less while I was off backpacking, as they could find out what I was up to. With that and the fact this will be my last extraordinary diary before I finally settle down and get a career, stability and a dreaded ‘M’* word, I’m going to make the most of my time in Val D’Isere and maybe, along the way, let some other person who finds this site, see how easy and how much fun it is to dump normal life and head out to do the thing you love.

Enjoy my site,
Matt.