Dateline: Sahoro
MACMILLAN With my chest out and head held high, I reached the Club Med Sahoro Hokkaido reception desk two steps ahead of Nigel, and announced with authority, and a straight face, “We’re here to see Titty.”
Nigel’s attempt to suppress explosive laughter came out as more of a surprised, wet bark before petering out helplessly. With everyone now curiously watching us, I calmed the situation by bowing deeply.
Moments before, a team of overly enthusiastic flag wavers had welcomed the two of us as we fell out of our little rental car before switching seamlessly to their signature Club Med sayōnara send-off performed for a coach full of departing skiers.
Last February, we had five days to see, ski, eat and dance our way through four Club Med…
