Careering out of thick cloud came a large husky, tugging a skier behind him. The man flew over a bump and arced through the air, skis inches from my chest, then pelted at breakneck speed down the slopes. As the Slovak saying has it, he was “skiing like a Hungarian”.
My Slovak hosts here in the ski resort of Tatranská Lomnica were dubious when I told them what had happened. “This, no, I never saw,” said hotel manager Michal. But he had seen bears passing outside his lobby, he said, and 30 wild boar on the roadside one night.
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