I have had an unusual season for skiing, what with my travels. It started off later than a usual year, as I missed out on my annual trip around New Year or January, but I bravely sought out some snow in South Korea at the beginning of February; not too bad, but you can only 
appreciate the mountains and the view to an extent when the horizon has a dirty slodge of pollution along it in every direction, and there is a faint waft of fermented cabbage in the air.
So, the next trip was a great big group trip at the end of March to St Anton, which was everything you would expect from a trip like that… drunken, debauched, heavy on the fancy dress (see photo of the YMCA!), but a bit light on the skiing from my perspective! However, despite being towards the end of March and looking like a summer resort when we turned up, the snow gods were smiling on us and threw fresh powder snow at us all week.
Living in Lyon has been tough on all the Brits here, as there is a constant noise in your
ears… the mountains calling! So my next taste of snow was a quick jaunt over to Chamonix (a mere 2 hour drive – I used to drive more than that just to ski on plastic!). Not bad at all.
Onwards to my next trip and more of the same as St Anton – a stag weekend in Val D’Isere. Considering it was so late on in the season, being the middle of April, the snow was incredibly good, although yet again I didn’t actually make it out onto the slopes as much as I should have – although I did discover that I can pass as a young male snowboarder called James.
You may think that this would be enough skiing for one season, but being in Lyon, those mountains just keep on at you… So, Dad and I thought it would be rude not to nip over to Val D’Isere for the last day of the season (a week longer than last year), so believe it or not, this is me in Val D’Isere, on a sprinkling of fresh powder snow on May 8th!! It was one of the coldest days of skiing I’ve done all year – and some of the best snow. Nobody seems to have told Val D’Isere about global warming…
appreciate the mountains and the view to an extent when the horizon has a dirty slodge of pollution along it in every direction, and there is a faint waft of fermented cabbage in the air.So, the next trip was a great big group trip at the end of March to St Anton, which was everything you would expect from a trip like that… drunken, debauched, heavy on the fancy dress (see photo of the YMCA!), but a bit light on the skiing from my perspective! However, despite being towards the end of March and looking like a summer resort when we turned up, the snow gods were smiling on us and threw fresh powder snow at us all week.
Living in Lyon has been tough on all the Brits here, as there is a constant noise in your
ears… the mountains calling! So my next taste of snow was a quick jaunt over to Chamonix (a mere 2 hour drive – I used to drive more than that just to ski on plastic!). Not bad at all.Onwards to my next trip and more of the same as St Anton – a stag weekend in Val D’Isere. Considering it was so late on in the season, being the middle of April, the snow was incredibly good, although yet again I didn’t actually make it out onto the slopes as much as I should have – although I did discover that I can pass as a young male snowboarder called James.
You may think that this would be enough skiing for one season, but being in Lyon, those mountains just keep on at you… So, Dad and I thought it would be rude not to nip over to Val D’Isere for the last day of the season (a week longer than last year), so believe it or not, this is me in Val D’Isere, on a sprinkling of fresh powder snow on May 8th!! It was one of the coldest days of skiing I’ve done all year – and some of the best snow. Nobody seems to have told Val D’Isere about global warming…
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