Whilst I was in France, I was thinking constantly about how to begin to write this post, about what I would say, how I would explain that this trip was the strangest one I’d be on in a while. I guess I should start at the beginning…
So this trip was organised by my work, which was great because it meant that everything was organised by someone else *hehe*. The flights, transfers, accommodation, two meals a day, my ski pass and ski and boots hire were all included in what I paid – so it was such a relief knowing that all I had to pay for out there was just lunchtime meals and drinks!
The flight was at 6.45am on Saturday and it was a killer, but I was kind of glad to know that it was early so that we would get there early and just be able to chill. We arrived from London Gatwick to one of the smallest airports I’ve ever visited: Alpes Isere Airport. The transfer from the airport to our chalet took what felt like forever. In reality it was probably only around 3 and a half hours, but I couldn’t sleep and it was downright painful considering the taxi had picked us up at 4am UGH.
Seeing as I had never been on a skiing holiday before, everything was totally new for me (I am planning a blog post of what first-time skiiers need to know, don’t panic!), but the chalet was so nice! The room was fairly small, but it literally had everything you needed and the balcony had gorgeous views of the mountains.
Now I have never skiied before, unless you count a half-hour session at Chel-Ski which was really fun but nothing like the actual thing. So we had two lessons booked for the first and second days. There was 18 of us in total and 7 of us were beginners.
To be honest, I was so down after each lesson.
It felt like everyone else who was a beginner was so much better than me and even though my Mum has always told me not to, I compared them to me. Honestly, it might sound so pathetic, but it was so upsetting.
H-o-w-e-v-e-r, like the bloody trooper that I am (lol), I wiped my tears off, got back on my skis and persevered. I won’t sit here and type out that it was easy. It really wasn’t. In fact, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
Mentally and physically ~exhausting~
I did end up having an amazing few days, and actually managed to ski a blue run ~eeeeeek~ by the end of the week hehe, and regardless of how I felt at the beginning of the week, I feel like I have done really well and I actually want to try and go ski every year to try and hone what skill (?) I managed to pick up over the week.
Enough of my sob story (‘Kim there are people dying’) oops – please enjoy some of my pretty pictures from the magical Alps.
Have you ever gone skiing before? Did you enjoy it?