By Patrick Cook
This Christmas holiday, my dad, brothers and I went skiing in Les Deux Alpes. We flew from Gatwick to Grenoble then got in a coach that took us to Les Deux Alpes along some very windy roads. When we got there it was too late to ski so we spent the afternoon unpacking.
'There is an amazing spider’s web of wonderful slopes to get down to the resort, which you can choose depending on your ability. Racing from the top to the bottom was possibly the best hour of my life.'
The next day we woke up to a lovely breakfast, which was followed by a panicked rush when we realised we’d been eating for more than an hour. The morning wasn’t all good as I realised that my combination of yellow helmet and pink goggles didn’t look too manly. In an attempt to compensate I tried to ski down the half a green slope that lay between the hotel and the lesson meeting point as fast as I could. This didn’t look cool either as I went straight past the teacher, fell over on my bum and didn’t manage to get up – all after having just told him that I could glide down blacks!
I soon realised that I would definitely have to re-discover my skiing legs before I could go anywhere near black. My 10-year old brother Joe and I had been put into different groups for our morning lessons, with me in the top group and him one below me. Our younger brother Dan was in the beginner group. In the afternoons, Joe and I skied with our dad until about 3.30, when he’d drop us off at the hotel and pick up Dan from the kids’ club. At about 7.30 we’d sit down to a dinner even nicer than the breakfast we’d stuffed our faces with earlier.
On the second day, after another really fun lesson, Dad took me and Joe up to the glacier. It was so windy up there that as soon as you stepped outside the lift station you got hit by what felt like a truck made of air. In fact, it was so windy that Joe and I discovered you can ski slowly up a small slope if the wind is behind you! From the glacier to the hotel is an incredible 13km run. There is an amazing spider’s web of wonderful slopes to get down to the resort, which you can choose depending on your ability. Racing from the top to the bottom was possibly the best hour of my life.
Over the course of the week I did loads of amazing, fun things such as head-butting a tree while trying to catch up with the remainder of my group and consequently falling and getting stuck in a snowdrift; beating my brother three times in a row at pool; dropping my ski pole from a chairlift; and finding a newfound love of off-piste skiing. The list could go on and on – and the same is true for my brothers and my dad, who all enjoyed themselves just as much. So the only excuse you have for not booking a ski holiday in Les Deux Alpes is being allergic to snow…
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