MONDAY 15TH JUNE
It’s the first day back on the slopes today and I’m hoping to improve somewhat on my previous attempts. Louise and I both decide that we’ll go it alone today and see if we can make any improvements without the help of an instructor. For the first hour or so I’m going well, making my turns well and staying upright the entire length of the slope. However, my overconfidence becomes my downfall and the majority of the second half of the day is spent on my arse, or crashing on my knees. Not exactly what I’d been hoping for at this morning. After carrying on where I left off this morning, I’m ready to pack in for the day come 14:30p.m. I’ve not really improved at all and I’m feeling a little sorry for myself; and Christ my legs are killing.
TUESDAY 16TH JUNE
The alarm went off at the ungodly hour of 06:00a.m and boy was it cold. So cold in fact that both Louise and I rolled straight over and went to sleep again until 09:00a.m, and therefore making it highly unlikely that we’d make the late bus either. Eventually we got it together enough to go and shower and somehow try and waste a whole day in Methven. The good news was we found something to do all day; the bad news was it wasn’t all that interesting, and could have been done in a lot less time had we not lost each other. I don’t know how it happened but Louise wandered off after going to the post office and because I don’t really pay attention I meandered off in the opposite direction. It took us almost an hour to find one another, which is no mean feat with only two streets to hide amongst.Back at the campsite we spent the night in the company of a young and well educated couple from Wales named Mike and Hayley. Some of the people you meet while you’re away are so dull that you won’t want to recall (or can’t) anything they ever say or do because they’re just not that interesting. Gladly these two weren’t of that ilk and we had a rather pleasant night recalling our travels and telling stories of back home. The best one that they told us was that according to the Lonely Planet guidebooks their hometown of Merthyr Tydfil is so bad that it just says ‘avoid.’ I’ve never been to Merthyr but I want to go there now just because the Lonely Planet is nearly always wrong in its’ opinion of small towns and its’ praise for big cities is nearly always over-exaggerated.
WEDNESDAY 17TH JUNE
It’s back to the mountain today after our lazy day yesterday. Louise and I both opt for another private lesson and both of us get new teachers. Fortunately this is a good thing as I learn a hell of a lot more in one hour with my new teacher Rowena (I like this name. I don’t know why I just do) than I had with my first. She manages to get me turning properly on both heels and toes, which is quite an achievement as previously I hadn’t been that confident due to me constantly falling over. The rest of the day I’m zooming down the slopes full of it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get off the beginner slopes and be a little more daring.
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