Went ski-ing
Location: SydneyWeather: Sunny but thundered and HAIL STONED last night
Spent a couple more entertaining days in Sydney staying in Sasa's 3 room flat/squat with about 10 Koreans, 5 Japanese and a Czech bloke. Caught the train to Canberra, bought a beanie(Australian term for burglar style hat) and a pair of gloves. Got up at 5am the next day to go ski-ing on a Levers coach tour - this included the transport, skis, boots, poles and a lift-pass. Got to the Snowy Mountains around 9:30am. Hired my skis, boots, poles, jacket and trousers. Then got on the ski-tube train which goes up to the ski-resort of Perisher Blue. Took a 2 hour group lesson and found out how difficult it is to actually ski!!! Good grief, talk about having no control or direction if you pick up speed and how exactly ARE you meant to stop???? Thank goodness I was not alone, it's always good when there's 10 equally useless people with you and at least I didn't fall over, like most of them did! ![]()
Anyways after practicing turning/slowing-down for a bit I decided to be clever and try the beginners slope, the first time I almost crashed through the safety barrier at 50mph, but somehow I skidded 90 degrees, kicking up snow everywhere and then flew through the exit area back to the start, this looked really cool as if I was some kind of pro skier, but I can only credit it on sheer survival instinct taking over - my brain obviously reckoned either crash & be severely injured or turn & live!! ![]()
So after a spot of luncheon and quite a few more goes at this beginners slope, I started being able to
turn and slow-down. AND I only fell over a couple of times. Now time was getting on and this slope was clearly not enough of a challenge - also you got to the top using a magic carpet since it was only about 100m's long and so I'd never properly used my lift-pass...
I looked at the main mountain above and saw the hundreds of people ski-ing down it and thought surely I can do that! NOW, catching the ski-lift to the top of the mountain was good fun and the view from the top was stunning. BUT it was then I realised it was a bit steeper than I had expected...oh dear...it was rather a long way down and angled at errm around say 90degrees!! so I took off down the area marked "slow". It was shortly after picking up speed faster than a McClaren F1 car that I considered that I may be in trouble and I should slow down. Don't quite know what happened, it's all a bit of a blank, but I did stop, albeit in a heap on the floor! ![]()
So I struggled up and through no choice slid downwards once again. This time I'm sure I would've overtaken Concorde - because I got quite a few looks as I almost killed myself for a second time! Basically my legs decided on going different directions and I reckon I rolled a few times, cos one of my skis actually fell off! Luckily the snow was quite deep, so I just laughed (despite being bruised and battered), picked up my skis and ended up walking down the mountain with some girl who'd had the same experience.
That night I ran into my friend Michelle I knew back in Melbourne and ended up getting wasted at some Irish pub. Catching the bus to Sydney after 3.5 hours sleep was a pleasure.
As I got to Sydney by 1pm and had a free daytripper ticket, I took a bus, train and ferry journey. Incidently, there was a freak hail stone storm that night. Yes in Sydney - Australia - the place where it's never supposed to rain. I was sitting on the outside decking of a ferry going to Circular Quay as it happened and by the time we landed the place looked like a Christmas cake. I'll post some photos.
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