Glancing at the time while opening the curtains to a dark and chilly December morning, I smiled, it was 5.30am and it dawned on me that I was finally on Holiday. My smile broadened to its maximum as the plane took off because with every meter gained in altitude a little bit more of the frantic and demanding pace of London was left behind.
And then it was PAIN.
As it turned out I wasn’t exactly as fit as I once was and attempting to take on 7 days of Snowboarding straight was, well downright silly! Come day three, making generous use of what little youth I have left, I was able to handle the jandal as they say, just fine. I’d like to make a shout-out to my close personal friend muscle memory.
Waking every morning to the sound of the icy stream below the hotel window we were met with hangovers, croissants, and crisp clear blue skies – the perfect combination for Snowboarding.
Alas all too soon we trudged back to London our luggage lighter on our backs, and our smiles wider on our faces. The flight of fancy we departed on had landed firmly back on earth.
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