Wanaka

Trip Start Jan 16, 2008
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Trip End Jul 28, 2008


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Wanaka Lakeview Holiday Park

Flag of New Zealand  , South Island,
Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Following a chance encounter with someone who I survived D of E with five years ago, in a Wanaka  supermarket, Oscar had a third passanger, which was fortunate as it apparently takes three graduates half and hour to fit two snow chains. Once this seemingly impossible task was completed Oscar nailed the somewhat terrifying drive up the steep, windy track to the Cardrona ski resort.

We got all the necessary sticks, poles, clips and clothes and so far it seemed lovely. I finally had some decent clothes on, and most crucially, I was never going to be more then 30 meters from a cafe for the whole day.

Our first days skiing was fabulous. We had two lessons and I didn't fall over once, maintaining composure for the entire day.

The second day was less the ideal. Now, against my will we were being dragged to the steeper slopes. I was having considerable trouble with simply staying vertical while our instructor was gassing on about skiing on one leg. I decided she must be crackers, and not the listen to her again. We set off and I instantly hurtled straight into a fence, completely losing sight of Rob and my class. Moving very gingerly down the slopes, trying to pick up as little speed as possible, I eventually saw everyone again, helpfully waiting on a hideously steep section. I came crashing in at a terrific speed, yelling various expletives. In aiming for Rob I crashed into some poor lady whose hips I clung onto for dear life, forcing her into a third innocent by-stander. Inches from the floor me and my train wreck of class mates came to a grinding halt, as the ski instructor tired to make a stupid joke about making a grand entrance.

I set off again, the only aim being to go as slowly as humanly possible and keep my head above my feet. I fell over countless times and had to repeat this miserable process two more times before finally being told I was on my last run. Tumbling down for the final time I spotted a group of people, all roughly two foot high sauntering down the slope in a perfect line, nattering away, occasionally lifting up a leg (also preformed in perfect unison) with just one pole, held out effortlessly in front of them. Not to be outdone by people 10 time younger than myself, I went for the grand finale. At the very end of this treacherous ski slope, my old friend the beginner slope begun, I looked longly towards it, and inexplicably also begun hurtling towards it. I lost all control and fell, head first into the massive mound of un-touched snow.My body was no loner visible, my skis protruded vertically from the snow and my poles were making headway toward the cafe. I managed to get up, ingest a little more snow, appologise profusely to the ski instructor, and finally make it back to the safety of Oscar.

It took much encourage mt to get me back outside again, but on hearing a simpler, less dangerous slope had opened I agreed. This slope was much more enjoyable, without a single fall we had a brilliant time. Feeling much more enthused we were making all sorts of plans for a ski trip when a blizzard came in. Suddenly we couldn't see the end of our skis.

Sitting in the cafe we waited in vain for the slopes to re-open, before being told we would have to leave. Engines chugged trying to melt the snow, and snow chains were tested before all the cars were lined up to follow a Land Rover in convoy for a eventful drive back down the mountain.

Back in the safety of the campsite that evening, nursing my multiple bruises, we set dates for our next ski trip.
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helmachrystal
helmachrystal on

That's my girl
It was never for not trying Kim.I'm mighty proud of you!!!!!! helma

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