Apologies for all who have logged onto the blog looking for photos of snow, only to be met time and time again by Tim's bottom! The last few days have been great. I will try to summarise the them in a nutshell - Stephen Hawkings eat your heart out.
Terminal 5 was a delight. No lost baggage and (ahem) very interesting engineering solutions. Someone tells me a pretty good engineering company had something to do with it. Our flight was delayed slightly once we got on - apparently not all the bags had made it to the plane on time. At the end apparently this was still the case although luckily we got ours.
Our transfer to Whistler was long and in darkness so I have no idea what the terrain up here is like. Our hotel room is bigger than our flat. The bed is in fact the size of our bedroom alone.
The snow is brilliant. We have skied for two days so far but jet lag has taken control of us in the evenings. The first night we fell asleep at 8pm! What can we say - party animals ;-)
At the end of the first day Tim decided he was fed up of my technically lacking skiing methods, and took me off to get lessons. He approached the ski school asking what options there were. Much to our dismay the woman promptly asked how old I was. When in a rather smug manner I retorted 28, she quickly told me I looked young. The expression on Tim's face clearly displayed his disdain at the apparent suggestion that i was in fact his daughter! I of course was chuffed that I looked young enough.
So yesterday I went for a lesson and Tim went for a ski tour with lots of crazy Canadians hell bent on getting down slopes in the fastest manner possible. I had a great lesson with a Mancunian (!) who at the end of the lesson said 'lets have a look at the Olympic run', then he said 'tuck in tight' and sent us down it. It wasn't until the bottom that I put two an two together that it was in fact a black run.
Terminal 5 was a delight. No lost baggage and (ahem) very interesting engineering solutions. Someone tells me a pretty good engineering company had something to do with it. Our flight was delayed slightly once we got on - apparently not all the bags had made it to the plane on time. At the end apparently this was still the case although luckily we got ours.
Our transfer to Whistler was long and in darkness so I have no idea what the terrain up here is like. Our hotel room is bigger than our flat. The bed is in fact the size of our bedroom alone.
The snow is brilliant. We have skied for two days so far but jet lag has taken control of us in the evenings. The first night we fell asleep at 8pm! What can we say - party animals ;-)
At the end of the first day Tim decided he was fed up of my technically lacking skiing methods, and took me off to get lessons. He approached the ski school asking what options there were. Much to our dismay the woman promptly asked how old I was. When in a rather smug manner I retorted 28, she quickly told me I looked young. The expression on Tim's face clearly displayed his disdain at the apparent suggestion that i was in fact his daughter! I of course was chuffed that I looked young enough.
So yesterday I went for a lesson and Tim went for a ski tour with lots of crazy Canadians hell bent on getting down slopes in the fastest manner possible. I had a great lesson with a Mancunian (!) who at the end of the lesson said 'lets have a look at the Olympic run', then he said 'tuck in tight' and sent us down it. It wasn't until the bottom that I put two an two together that it was in fact a black run.
Today we awoke, opened the curtains and realised it was snowing. In fact looking out to where we would normally see ski lifts going half way up the mountain, now all we can see are clouds. Needless to say we have decided to have a slow start to the day, and will head up in an hour or so. We were planning on doing the peak to creek run which is the longest run in Northern America (5.5miles) but it doesn't seem such an appealing run when you can only see a few meters ahead of you.
1 comment:
You made it, well done! I'm sure skiing is a great training for 3months of cycling. We woke up in Battersea this morning to snow too! Yes its April and snowing, i'm going to put on my "carvers" and try the black run formerly known as Lavender Hill. Take care. TSNM x
PS very positive thing - the lack of T's bum when you hit the blog.
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