I paid 5000 Som (about £1.30) to reach the top of Chimgan’s two-man chair, eyeing potential lines each direction.
The fresh powder was barely touched, while the pistes were flooded with moguls. When I reached the top, Chimgan staff dressed in army fatigues played cards, tourists posed for photos.
The material bound to the safety fence has the feel of Tibetan peace flags, and gave a spiritual appearance to the steep craggy gullies that towered in the distance.
