Vive la France.

Why am I even bothering? In the last two weeks nobody has even bothered to read my blog. Not even my mother. However, she is protesting that she never saw the link to it on my Facebook page in the first place and is, thus, advising me to re-post onto my wall. I suppose it answers my question from last week though. Nobody is reading this. Everyone is bored of it and I’m not really sure how to jazz it up to be honest. I can’t think of anything interesting to say regarding home-improvements. There’s nothing to say.

I’ve just returned from a week skiing at the resort of Vars in the French Alps. It was my first time skiing and at first I thought it would be my last. That won’t be the case. I loved it and I’m missing it terribly after only returning home 36 hours ago. The exhilaration of going parallel down a piste on a mountain that reaches a height of nearly 3000 metres is incredible, and I was only on the more basic slopes. The difficulty of a slope is classified and categorised using the following colours:

Yellow = Beginners

Green = Easy

Blue = Moderate

Red = Difficult

Black = Very Difficult

I am a beginner but by the end of the week I was feeling very confident on green and blue slopes and had even tackled a red without falling. I was, however, struggling immensely at the start as I failed to get the hang of a snow-plough. This is movement of your skis in which the front ends of them come together and the back ends drift apart, and is executed with the intention of slowing down or stopping. I couldn’t do it for the first two days. The first instructor we had even resorted to putting clips on the front of my skis like they give babies and yet I still couldn’t get the gist. When I finally learnt this, it was all go go go.
I then had to learn how to parallel turn and I still can’t do that. That is my primary aim for next time I go. And I advise everyone to go and do it!
The beds in our hostel thing were actually seemingly comfortable. They were basically some sponge with a sheet. Not memory foam but comfortable. They were, however, very short and a lot of our pillows were very lumpy, which was quite unpleasant. But as foreign mattresses go, they were not bad. Not bad at all!
It wasn’t my bedroom where the problems lay. The girls had a bath with a shower shoved on the tap and it didn’t drain efficiently. Instead, it repeatedly vomited pubic hair back up into the bath when they showered which was obviously undesirable for anyone. Millie’s mattress also had what seemed like a stain that resembled what could only be chocolate or turd. Because the latter of those possibilities brought up the most entertaining conversation we concluded that it was definitely turd.
If anybody reading this does want to go skiing (and I find that unlikely because last weeks experiment tells me that nobody is likely to be reading this) I would advise you to take plenty of cash if you’re planning on hitting Europe. A pint of lager costs €10 in our hotel, which is roughly £9.30 at the moment. It’s ridiculous.
Overall, skiing is unequivocally superb. And it is addictive. I really cannot wait to go again now. I would recommend it to everyone. But if by any chance you think a volcano may go off anywhere in the world during your trip, prepare for a 20 hour coach trip!

As I conclude this week’s post I will ask anyone reading this to select “read this” at the foot of the post. Thanks.

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