A few lovely ski photos
As during my final two years at university I have been deprived from the exotic lifestyle I normally demand due mainly to financial reasons I have been unable to go skiing since 2003. To make up for this alarming deficit I decided I deserved to go skiing twice this year.
I went to Val D'Isere in the French alps with 8 friends from university over New Year. I can't be bothered to describe it in much detail as it was 3 months ago but here is a quick itinerary of what we did:
Drove, sideways, at 50mph on a snow covered motorway with summer tyres (well when in Italy drive Italianly). Drank a lot. Became a year older. Skied a bit. Got stuck in a 10 hour traffic jam. Spent too much.
I will try and find some pics from this holiday to put up here at some point.
A month later it was time to go on holiday again. I set off with my friend from London, Richard, and we headed to Switzerland in the hope my Uncle and Aunty who live at the foot of a mountain would be glad to see us and offer us a roof to sleep under for a week. They were!
Other than there psychotic white cat Micky we had a super time. Below are some photos:
A view from the top of the 'Flumserberg'. We had wonderful blue skies for five out of the six days that we were there, so I developed a very sexy tan by the end.
Despite the lovely weather it was still VERY cold. Photo'd is me wearing 10 layers. Although I guess the photo doesn't really show that so you'll just have to take my word for it.
Richard on a black run on the third day. Not bad for a beginner. I guess it says more about my ability as an instructor than his as a skier but I wouldn't want to detract from his achievements!
My Uncle. Who whenever he came skiing with us insisted on a drinks break at 3pm sharp. After which he would promptly fall asleep in the sun while we tried our hand at some drunk skiing. Believe me the beer-snow-mobile is a whole level of trickyness above the novice beer-scooter.
Me. Again.
I went to Val D'Isere in the French alps with 8 friends from university over New Year. I can't be bothered to describe it in much detail as it was 3 months ago but here is a quick itinerary of what we did:
Drove, sideways, at 50mph on a snow covered motorway with summer tyres (well when in Italy drive Italianly). Drank a lot. Became a year older. Skied a bit. Got stuck in a 10 hour traffic jam. Spent too much.
I will try and find some pics from this holiday to put up here at some point.
A month later it was time to go on holiday again. I set off with my friend from London, Richard, and we headed to Switzerland in the hope my Uncle and Aunty who live at the foot of a mountain would be glad to see us and offer us a roof to sleep under for a week. They were!
Other than there psychotic white cat Micky we had a super time. Below are some photos:
A view from the top of the 'Flumserberg'. We had wonderful blue skies for five out of the six days that we were there, so I developed a very sexy tan by the end.
Despite the lovely weather it was still VERY cold. Photo'd is me wearing 10 layers. Although I guess the photo doesn't really show that so you'll just have to take my word for it.
Richard on a black run on the third day. Not bad for a beginner. I guess it says more about my ability as an instructor than his as a skier but I wouldn't want to detract from his achievements!
My Uncle. Who whenever he came skiing with us insisted on a drinks break at 3pm sharp. After which he would promptly fall asleep in the sun while we tried our hand at some drunk skiing. Believe me the beer-snow-mobile is a whole level of trickyness above the novice beer-scooter.
Me. Again.
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