From the bottom of Bourke Street, at the base of our Blue chairlift, one couldn’t miss the Arlberg, which stood proud on the ridgeline. It was much farther and harder to get to, than to slide into Kooroora as we had to climb, Bourke Street, our main ski run, to get there. Depending on what we drank while a the hotel, the return home was always hazardous and punctuated by falls on our rear end or even nose, that we conveniently put on the account of the extra-slippery Australian snow, or giving too many ski lessons during the day!
I remember that I was quite envious of Jean-Pierre who owned a pair cowboy boots with sleek soles and was trying to slide down the entire ski run of Bourke Street, without going over the handlebar, which wasn’t an easy feat… 
The place was far more civilized, cleaner and quieter than Kooroora, that was just seedy, to say the least, but wasn’t altogether a bore.
On occasions, T-shirt contests, the rage in the early 70s, and other parties were held in the hotel’s theater room and they showed movies too. I remember seeing there “Easy Rider” and “2001: A Space Odyssey”.
While it took a special effort to get there, and of course return home in the wee hours, most of the times, we were always well rewarded when we made to the effort to climb to the Arlberg!
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