In Klosters fair, mid mountain light,
We gathered for a snowbound rite—
March fourteenth’s call, in morning glow,
To Davos Parsenn’s fields of snow.
The powder soft, the fog rolled in,
Yet spirits soared, with wide-eyed grin.
Through pine-lined trails we carved our way,
EESTEC hearts in full display.
A mountain chalet with rustic form,
And peppered meals kept stomachs warm.
A three-course feast, both bold and bright,
Prepared us for the Pi-ngu night.
A snowflake swirl, a circle’s charm,
Pi Day met with snowy calm.
We laughed and chilled, with joy to spare,
The Pi-ngu Party lit the air.
At dawn, like champs, we rose anew,
Our skis and boards sliced morning dew.
The challenges in alpine heights,
Made us do penguin slides.
The après-ski? Oh, what a time!
With mulled-up wine and games sublime.
Some raged in cage, some took it slow,
To sauna warmth, they chose to go.
Another dinner—peppered bliss—
Then came the night no one should miss:
The Fire & Ice, that fabled dance,
Where laughter led us to romance.
We sang, we swayed, upheld the lore,
EESTEC love forevermore.
And just when midnight called us near—
Raclette smell was in the sphere!
But morning came, with sleepy eyes,
We packed our bags beneath the skies.
A final meal, a cleaning sweep,
Then back to Zurich, memories deep.
OrgASM 25, a spark divine,
A chapter rich in snow and wine.
‘Til next we meet, with hearts so wide—
In EESTEC spirit, we shall ride.
