The dissapearing snow of Zdiar
Trip Start
Aug 11, 2009
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Trip End
Sep 30, 2010
We headed to Zdiar for snow and snow we got!
Our first evening we borrowed Wally the hostel dog and got taken for a walk through ankle deep snow. Couldn't quite see the Tatra mountains for the cloud.
The hostel kindly lent us ski outfits - 80's fluoro jumpsuits... stylish.
Despite our mauling of Slovakian , we manage to hire skis and get to the slopes with mime and English . Thankfully we get an English speaking instructor Lucas, who is quite amused at adults with an inability to ski (we are sharing the beginner slope with a 3 year old), or maybe its just our outfits.
Our instructor the next day is the rather lovely Marcel , who keeps telling us "don't worry, falling no problem, see?" and then executing a perfect turn and elegantly stacking it to demonstrate. We finally get the hang of it mid afternoon, just before it starts snowing, which turns to hail and then to rain so that the powder turns to ice.
By the following morning, everything has turned to ice. Leaving the hostel is a slippery and difficult process (the driveway is downhill) and we provide much entertainment for the hostel staff.
With the snow completely gone by evening, we decide that its time to head back to Poland.
Our first evening we borrowed Wally the hostel dog and got taken for a walk through ankle deep snow. Couldn't quite see the Tatra mountains for the cloud.
The hostel kindly lent us ski outfits - 80's fluoro jumpsuits... stylish.
Despite our mauling of Slovakian , we manage to hire skis and get to the slopes with mime and English . Thankfully we get an English speaking instructor Lucas, who is quite amused at adults with an inability to ski (we are sharing the beginner slope with a 3 year old), or maybe its just our outfits.
Our instructor the next day is the rather lovely Marcel , who keeps telling us "don't worry, falling no problem, see?" and then executing a perfect turn and elegantly stacking it to demonstrate. We finally get the hang of it mid afternoon, just before it starts snowing, which turns to hail and then to rain so that the powder turns to ice.
By the following morning, everything has turned to ice. Leaving the hostel is a slippery and difficult process (the driveway is downhill) and we provide much entertainment for the hostel staff.
With the snow completely gone by evening, we decide that its time to head back to Poland.


