Go, pronounced with a fast “o” not the drawn out Aussie “ohhhh” – stuck out in the crowd of helmet wearing skiers and boarders at one of the Rusutsu gondola stations.
I didn’t get too much from him, the lift lines were short and the conditions perfect but I learnt he and his group of friends were up from Tokyo for a three day ski trip.
That smile was plastered to his face before during and after my photo and the cheering, ribbing and cajoling by his mates probably helped. They thought it was hysterical to see their mate stopped for a photo.
I reached out for a simple handshake and thanks. In the blink of an eye I was in the midst of a secret ritualistic gang-style handshake with my hand being grabbed, flicked, fingers locked, thumb grab, fist pump and and even bigger smile. Happy days!
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