Where was part three then? Oh, that was in Sainte Foy, which you can read all about here.
Last Day 
It was bound to happen some time I suppose, time to go home. I think we were all at the point of needing a rest day anyway, but seeing as this was the last one, and it was bluebird 
, time to head right up the top. Last time we had a look at the Aguille Rouge lift, back in 2004, it was a frozen ice palace, full of FEAR and no way we were going up there. Funnily enough they had a photo of it in that very state - must've been something special. Well, now they've replaced the lift and in these near-perfect conditions it was awesome. The views from the top of there are incredible, as the following photos show. There we were up at 3226 metres - sort of makes Coronet Peak (1649 metres) look tiny!!
2000 Metre Descent
From Aguille Rouge it was a long, long ride down to Villaroger (1200m). Not bad, but definitely prefer the tree runs over in Arc 1600. My rib was giving me loads of crap so struggling to keep up. Got ourselves down to a cafe and relaxed in the deck chairs for ages, Alain taking control of the situation. Mr Good Stuff still serving up on demand. Had a look over towards Sainte Foy from here - wish we had enough time to go back for more!
Finishing Off (in pain)
Back up and over to Deux Tetes, still finding fresh pow! That area never gives up! 
Farted around there before heading off to the park. Gutted I had to sit this one out while the others played on the swings - ribs just giving me too much crap. The two mad-heads were back on the wall again, straight up and over the top! Got themselves off all the black jumps too, but no chance of hitting the competition ones - they were the size of a house (or 2). Not good.
Before we knew it, last lift had been and gone, so off in search of the last of the pow. Found it over towards the Vallandry side of Arc 1800, but getting a bit crusty now. Rode down as far as we could then it was all over. Job done. But not quite! Who is that I can see in the red one-piece? Oh dear me - there he is - "Vive Le Mono!" You beauty! However, I can't reveal exactly what happened here - you'll have to wait until the release of a forthcoming Fancy That Production. 
Back to London
Things get a bit hazy from here on in, bcos we were so damn tired. Worth mentioning here are Mr Goodey locking his keys to his padlock, all his clothes and stuff inside his board bag. Which was locked with the padlock. Arsebiscuits. Another trip to Mountain Cafe but too tired to take on the Triple Mountain Burger. Fart-in-a-can. All followed by a taxi to the station, a long queue and lying on the floor, then passing out within 30 minutes (and 1 beer) of getting on the train. Legs everywhere, at every height and angle. Don't bother sleeping on the train floor with knackered ribs. 2 hours stuck at Lille thanks to a missing driver, but that got us a free Eurostar ticket each next time. Straight to Boiled Egg and Soldiers for breakfast (nowhere near as good as it used to be), followed by an argument with a bus driver.
The End.
Oh but there's more...