First time in real snow...

Another school trip...

Getting there was an ordeal in itself! We spent 23 hours on a coach driving down to Dover, then ferrying across to Calais, then the long trek down to Flaine. I remember only fragments...

Toilets that were only holes in the ground, with angled foot rests on either side - countryside that seemed to stay exactly the same for hours and hours, and then would suddenly change to something completely different - the buildings in Flaine looked like cement lego blocks, clicked together tightly to keep the elements out - our ski instructor, a somewhat excessively laid-back Frenchman called Christophe, who always had a 'cigarette' tucked into the edge of his beanie hat (a roll up that looked distinctly joint like) - being served bread and potatoes with every single meal, and not much else on the side - the view from our small cramped little room was amazing, snow topped fir trees crammed into the crevices of the sharply undulating land...

I remember being very sad when the time came to head back home, and seeming to get back twice as fast as we got there...then falling asleep for half a day afterwards because I'd spent the entire time skiing and walking and partying til all hours...