It's getting a little hot. Temperatures have dropped.
Flims is a pretty little town with a noticeable Italian accent. On the way to the hall we still meet a lot of skiers and even in the audience we have two fans from the Czech Republic who are here on a skiing holiday. The match against France was 3 : 3 after six ends. No one was able to run away with the result, and no one made mistakes to make it easier for the other. But in the eighth end, we got ourselves in a bind and there was no easy way out. The draw against the triple failed and at 3 : 7 we still tried a turnaround, but Coulot's lucky stone, which was fast and thrown in a different direction, yet ended up as a perfect freeze after the cut by the guard, took away our vigour and our hopes. We are waiting for a second win and so far it hasn't come. We'll do even more tomorrow than we did today. photo: Teri