Chamonix wrap-up

I wrote "warp-up" first...Freudian slip, perhaps? Certainly, eating raclette for our first night's dinner at midnight in a room specifically delegated to the experience was pretty crazy!

I had a fantastic time in Chamonix, even if it wasn't exactly warping. I'd been to Chamonix once before when I was about 21, but it was only for six hours, most of which I spent trying to ski without taking any lessons and consequently falling on my behind. This time, however, B organised lessons for us both - two hours on Saturday afternoon and the same on Sunday morning - and the whole experience was so much better, particularly thanks to Sebastien, our excellent ski teacher (he's the one in front of B, here). Sure, there was some falling involved but only when I got cocky or when we'd just had lunch.

I have fallen in love with this sport - particularly when it's done in places like this, this and this. I mean, c'mon! We even had glaciers nearby (it's in the centre at the top of the photo).

And look, I realise I wasn't the most fashionable guy on les pistes, but I felt okay as I was having fun doing stuff I've always wanted to do. Although not, perhaps, as much fun as this little guy... :o)

A big thanks to Axa and Jes for letting us stay at their house in the middle of town. It was so nice to come back from a hard day's skiing (scoff!) to a palatial hideaway. And, of course, an enormous thank you to B for introducing me to a sport that has the ability of taking over my life like only dragonboating has before.