Waking up from a 2:30 am start is never fun, no matter where you are going. And if I’m being 100% honest, I didn’t want to get up this morning, the thought of leaving my comfy bed to get dressed and head to Gatwick, frankly was diabolical. However, I did eventually role out of bed (jeez, someone would guess that I was being forced to go) and headed out to brave the elements to hop in the taxi – where I got no sleep due to the fact that the motorway didn’t do good things to the back passanger seats suspension. Vibrating my way along the M25, we eventually got to Gatwick South Terminal, and due to me not being a particularly good morning person, I wasn’t in the best of moods; however, the thought of skiing again did fill me with some excitement… And absolute fear.
We did eventually get to Salzburg Airport, which I have to say is the prettiest airport I have ever seen. And the short transfer to Obertauern was handy, getting us ski booted up and on the slopes within 3 hours of leaving the plane!
Upon arrival, the first thing we noticed was how fab the hotel is! The decor was Austrian chique and the filly refurbished spa is yet to be tested, however looks amazing!
Day 2
Start of day two and we had an early start to hit the slopes, followed by a very limited breakfast (FYI if anyone reading this is gluton intolerant, Austria is not the best for a broad diet) we hobbled out. Followed by a extremely poor start to my morning I finally got in to the swing of things and my skiing dramatically improved. Just to ensure you that I was pretty diabolical to start below is an attractive picture of me wiped out…
After a lovely snack in a mountain cafe (as well as many glasses of mulled wine) my mum and I embarked on a ski lesson with a rather attractive Swiss man named Christain. However, after the first few minutes I noticed that he obviously preferred the older lady, with my mum and him on first name basis after the first run. Oh well, you win some you lose some. It’s a shame, because as many of my friends would know, I normally go for the …. Older type.
I’ll keep you updated on my mums ongoing relationship with my ski instructor haha
Lots of love,
Tiff xxx
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