Holiday time again. France again. Skiing this time!
After all the initial confusion with things like us only remembering that we were going a week before, not knowing which airport to go to, who had our tickets, what they looked like… we managed to actually get there! (Thanks Jenny, Jen and Emma for organising it all and helping us get sorted out)
After we got there, got the rooms sorted out and got settled in (finding out I had actually packed anything useful was a nice suprise – I did it an hour before we left after being in the Hart for six hours), we headed to the first bar we could find (got a reputation you know). Finished the first day by going to the chalet for dinner. The food was amazing all week, three course meals every day, along with (more importantly) free wine!
Next morning we went to our first ski lesson. We were in the beginners group since me and Tony had skiid (fuck knows how you spell that) for about 6 hours and Clint had never done it before. The first day was alright, learning how to go down a nursery slope without failing over basically. The afternoon was just a case of > bar > dinner > pissed > bed.
The next day was pretty much the same. The day after, we did the lessons in the morning then some of us beginners went out with the more experienced skiiers and boarders. It was an absolute blast! We did some more blue runs (easy) just getting used to it then racing Jenny, then they decided that I wasn´t going to hurt myself unless we moved up to reds (medium). That´s when it got really fun! I fell over once and bent my ski pole with my ass but apart from that didn´t really hurt myself. We did do a slalom run and tried a few jumps on a half-pipe (didn´t work).
After that we ended up accidently going off-piste by a red run. About half way down I skiid over a little ridge, down a massive slope and then into a snow drift. I didn´t feel as bad when a few seconds later Beany did the same thing and ended up on his back with his legs in the air! Class.
A bit further down we found out we weren´t sure where we were going. Beany said "Jenny just went over that ridge and disappeared. Go for it." Cheers Bean, very helpful…
By the time we made it down to the bottom my legs were absolutely killing me and I had to nearly crawl back to the chalet. Brilliant day out though. The next day I just did the lessons and had the afternoon off and took it easy. That night was the chalet hosts night off so we went out.
To be continued…
