Trip Start Jan 16, 2008
117Trip End Jul 28, 2008
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Where I stayed
Wanaka Lakeview Holiday Park
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
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
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.