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We all know that a trip to the French Alps is not exactly the
cheapest way to spend your holidays and perhaps not the most important use of
your student loan. However, I hope to persuade you that if you find yourself with
a tiny bit to spare or you need an (energetic) break from uni, a ski holiday is
the answer.
The Mountains. Exams
getting you down? Dissertation looming? Fresh air is obviously what you need! I’m
not talking about the untouched fumes of the countryside, but the refreshing
sparkle of snow and the glint of a freshly pisted double black diamond run.
The Alcohol. Almost
as important as the skiing, some might argue that it is more so, is the
necessity to party and to make sure you get as little sleep as is humanly
possible during your week away. Not only do you party like it’s 1999
(apparently that’s a song?) but you discover a whole host of drinks that you
aren’t allowed to even sniff when back home. Toffee Vodka? Yes please. Smirnoff
Ice? Totally socially acceptable when abroad!
The Humiliation. Watching
people fall over is funny. Falling over is quite funny. Causing people to fall
over is pretty funny. Trying to do a CAB 1440 MUTE (that’s a freestyle ski jump apparently) and
then bailing is pretty funny, providing you don’t break any vertebrae in the
process…
The Competition. There
is no way of denying it, when skiing with friends, there’s a battle to be the
best. Luckily enough, you can just about get away with whispering expletives
under your breath while dropping that cliff without anyone hearing your cries
of fear. You may be completely terrified, but you will have secured your place
as the most outrageous skier to all those watching and can go home with your
head held high (as well as your broken arm).
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