Trip Start Dec 10, 2008
22Trip End Jan 15, 2009
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Monday I will have to wake up at 6am for school.
By the time that jess and I had woken up, her parents had already gone to
work. Her mum works at the ticket place for chairlift tickets and her dad
is ski patrol. We decorated the house for Christmas. We put tinsel and
baubles everywhere, and we stuck stickers on the wall. It was just me and
Jess and it made me wonder about if I wasn't there, would she do it alone?
It's a lot different being an only child, I can tell
After we had finished Christmas-ifying the house, we watched the men's giant
Slalom skiing which was being held only a few kilometers away. It was the
world championships, but there were no Aussies. I got a laugh out of those
who fell, because in that event they never fall gracefully, its always both
legs in the air, sliding down head first into a barrier. If they were in
Australia, Australia's Funniest Home Videos would be a lot better viewing.
Jess's grandmother came over to watch, too. She asked if we celebrated
Christmas in Australia and said it was bizarre that we had Christmas with no
snow. I said that it is more bizarre to me that Christmas does have snow.
We had lunch at her house, with it being a big affair as usual. There was
entrée, main and dessert. There is always food leftover, Jessica says that
when there are four people, then her grandmother caters for six. There was
bread there, of course. I have noticed that the four of us eat about one
loaf a day.
Skiing was in the afternoon. It's funny that when you drive to the slopes
there is a sign that says "Italy, 8 kilometres"
see a sign pointing to Harkaway!
It was unbelievably quiet on the slopes. There were no ski queues; none at
all and the runs were almost deserted. I couldn't believe it. Jess said
that more people will be there o the Christmas holidays, but I would've
thought that a Saturday afternoon would've been pretty busy. The technology
is also far more advanced there back home. Unlike Thredbo or Mt. Buller,
where you show your ticket and the barcode gets scanned or a hole gets
punched, here it is like the gates for the football. You keep your card in
your sleeve pocket and as you go through the gate, you rub your arm against
the wall. It beeps and then you push through the turnstiles. They also
have a T-Bar like thing called 'teleskis' which is a one-person ride. You
put the plate between your legs and it pulls you up
have chairlifts, only this. You have to load yourself on, and it pulls you
so quickly that you jump about 20cm in the air at first. The wind is
freezing; when on the chairlifts you have to bow your head to guard your
face, but it givs you a slight headache, its so cold.
The runs here are much longer than in Australia, and they are ranked
differently. In Australia, we have green, blue and black runs from easiest
to hardest. Here they have green, blue, red and black. Our balck is
equivalent to their blue or red. I skied some red today, which was good.
The runs are a lot steeper.
We skied until closing time and then we went to change my skis for some
bigger ones. We went back home to warm up and play some more board games.
I watched shows like NCIS and 7th Heaven in French. It's so weird as their
mouths are moving, but different sounds are coming out. All American shows
and movies here are dubbed in French. The French people are used to it, but
to me it's so bizarre.
We ate homemade pizza and went to bed. Dinner is eaten pretty late here; 8-
9pm at night.