Over a small ridge a
figure in red with a black woolly hat on and dark glasses came towards us
fast on skis, stopping suddenly with a small powdery shower of snow, and
introduced himself to our small group. His name was Andy, he was Swiss,
and said in very good English that he would be our instructor for the
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Therefore, when I reached the designated spot where we were all supposed to stand in a line before going down I became acutely aware that, whilst I was happy to wait my turn to ski down as Andy called out our names, my skis were not! I would suddenly find myself slowly being drawn downwards by my skis! This would then result in cries of “Achtung! Achtung!” from me and “Snow-plough! Snow-plough!” from Andy. When it came to learning to turn properly and being on the way to slalom my skis did not want to help me. I found it was even more difficult to control my skis and when I should have been turning to the right I found myself turning to the left and into the arms of a tree! However, I was certainly not the worst pupil in the class and I was really delighted to see how very well Nick was taking to skiing and the praise he was justly being given by Andy. After lunch we took the Allmendhubelbahn again up to the blue run, this time not to descend on a sledge. As we nervously put on our skis ready for the descent it seemed a crazy idea given our lack of experience. Nick set off first and quickly seemed to relax into his skiing whilst gaining confidence all the time. On the other hand I was a little more cautious and hesitant. |
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