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I went skiing in Niseko. It's been almost 30 years since I last skied in my student days. Niseko now has a foreign image, mainly for foreigners. I've been to Niseko in the summer or for work, but never had the courage to ski there. I heard that the restaurants get really crowded on weekends, so I had some rice balls before hitting the slopes. I didn't feel too hungry at lunchtime, but I needed some sugar to avoid feeling lightheaded. That's when I sought refuge in this hut. The hut's atmosphere felt nostalgic. I couldn't quite figure out the restaurant menu - not curry, not ramen, and they had udon, but still not what I wanted. Then I saw the cafe menu. That seemed like a good choice. I ordered an Orange Chocolate Cake for 500 yen and a coffee for 450 yen, totaling 950 yen. Well, it's a ski resort, so the prices are expected to be like that, right? I carried my cake and coffee on a tray and looked for a seat with a view of the mountains. It was full of foreigners around me, many speaking Chinese and some Europeans. There was a little girl with blonde hair wearing a helmet, looking cute as she wobbled around. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the view of the mountains in the background, feeling a bit languid in the afternoon. Well, the temperature was almost spring-like, and after a long time of exercise, I was sweating. I thought I should probably get some salt to avoid any issues. But first, let's start with sugar. The heavy Orange Chocolate Cake was unexpectedly delicious, moist, and with a hint of orange flavor. It was really good. With a dollop of whipped cream, it was a delightful treat. The coffee was just good. With such a hefty cake, it served as a mini lunch, satisfying enough. I needed to take a break, not to overdo it and risk getting injured. So, I leisurely enjoyed my cake for about an hour, and when the snowstorm subsided and the blue sky appeared, I thought it was time to ski a bit more. Foreigners say that Niseko has beginner courses that are not connected, making it difficult to ski. Indeed, the slopes here are not as continuous as I expected, requiring some tension and effort to ski smoothly. Before I knew it, I was accumulating fatigue. I managed to enjoy my 5-hour ticket to the fullest and called it a day. Normally, I would have curry or pork soup for lunch, but here in this foreign-feeling place, this cake and coffee felt more natural, more like Grand Niseko. It's funny how things work out here. Thank you.