Don’t drink Geilo snow

It may seem to make no sense but when you understand that the place we are staying now is pronounced ´Yaylo’ you will appreciate it for the comedic genius that it is. Or possibly you need to be as tired as I feel for it to make any sense at all. Let me back up a little. There was a very early alarm this morning as we had to get up to catch the shuttle to town so we could pick up our skis and spend the day on the slopes. It is always a bit of a hassle to get the six of kitted out, then it is always awkward to get used to walking in ski boots but we got it all sorted and then we were set.
The sun hadn’t even poked its head out by the time we were on our first run and there was a bit of a wind and it was cold. So we took our time to get into the swing of it again, gradually making our way a little further up the hill to the higher slopes, but as we got to the high point the wind was blowing hard and it was bitter, any exposed skin felt freezing. On the plus side, the slopes were fairly empty so we could make the most of that and we looked like a very cool family on the piste, although I was bringing the levels down slightly. We made our way along the side of the mountain, zigzagging and connecting with different runs but eventually we needed a bit of lunch so we found what we thought would be the most overpriced and poor value spot in the resort and we weren’t disappointed. But the girls managed to find many bros to be snacking on so they weren’t too bothered.
After lunch we headed back out for more and after a few successful runs the tiredness in my mind and my legs started to kick in and on three consecutive runs I had a little tumble. Once you go it is very hard to stop or recover so I slid on a few occasions and I knew that I wasn’t going to improve so I thought that would be enough. The problem was that after getting our regular shoes back on, and picking up what we needed from the shop we still had over an hour to wait for our bus, and the temperature was dropping, from a fairly low starting point. The girls were ok with this and were their usual raucous selves, but Jess was not happy, and not for the first time today started to go downhill. On several occasions I was told that ‘this will not be happening again’ and if I say that random strangers tried to make polite conversation and she wasn’t having any of it , then you know how bad it was, that’s not like her at all. To top it all off, the bus was about 10 minutes late, just as I was having it explained to me that if this went on much longer she would ’lose the plot’ it eventually was spotted up the road. I am glad I did not have to find out what that would look like.
We made it back to our accommodation and a nice cuppa tea and several biscuits helped to take the edge off. Then we had a bit of time in the sauna in the apartment which really warmed us up and I had a little napette to help me recover from the exertions before whipping up a tasty dinner. We get to do it all again tomorrow, without such an early start and hopefully without the long wait.Læs mere