So we arrived home from Chamonix yesterday after a week in one of the most picturesque towns I have ever visited. It was truly beautiful, surrounded by the Mont Blanc mountain range & for most of the time covered in beautiful white snow.
Ryan & I went with my brother Marc, his wife Gillian, Gill’s sister Kirsty, her husband Michael, their lovely one year old Beccie, Valerie, Marc & Gill’s friend & Chris their friend also. We stayed in a very pretty chalet in the heart of Chamonix town which was very close to all the bus links & amenities ~ it was great!
The main bulk of the group were skiers, other than Ryan & myself. Ryan is a snowboarder, as many of you may know. I am ….. well, I’m more bambi on ice. Useless to say the least ~ so much so that I disclocated my right knee on Friday morning!
As I’ve said in previous postings, I hate the cold & the snow & despite what happened on this trip I have to say I’ve changed my mind. It’s not the cold & snow I hate, it’s being cold & the snow being slushy. I was prepared for the cold in France & didn’t feel it at any time, plus (in the main) the snow was beautiful as you will see from my photos, so it was much, much more enjoyable than I had anticipated it would be. In fact it was so enjoyable playing in the snow that Ryan & I chose to write a message for Marc & Gill in it, so that it was visible from our second story balcony, check this out.
I didn’t snowboard much this week, actually only 3 mornings really. I have definitely decided that it’s not for me though. The final morning, I went to the top of the slope at Le Tour on my own, while Marc, Gill & Val went off up to another longer run & decided to give it one last crack. One last crack is exactly what happened. Heading down the slope, I made my first turn to the left (my worst side) & over I went, spinning & twisting until I ended up face down in the snow crying in agony. Some very nice English skiers found me & made sure that I was taken down the mountain on a sledge being pulled by a ski paramedic & delivered to a near by doctor by ambulance, where he told me that I’d dislocated my knee. Whoops! Luckily it was the final afternoon of the holiday & not the first as it could have been (my performance wasn’t much better on the first morning either!), although it wasn’t very lucky for Marc. He had to come to the medical centre to help me & in doing so missed out on the best afternoon’s skiing of the whole trip. I’m really sorry Marc.
Although I didn’t do a lot of snow sports, I did get out & take the oppurtunity to play about with the camera a little. The subject matter was so beatiful that it made it so easy to photograph at every turn. The light is stunning & the shadows create such dramtic lines on the mountains, that you can’t help but photograph them ~ photographing the mountains was one reason why I was so excited to go to Chamonix, so I’m thrilled that I managed to get some good shots.
Ryan took his Nintendo Wii with him as well this week. We had hours of fun playing tennis, bowling, boxing & lots of other silly games. Gillian turned out to be the boxing champion, knocking out her own husband!! It’s great fun watching people play the games, even when you’re not taking part.
It was a great holiday in the same way as playing on the Wii, while I wasn’t really taking part in the skiing, I very much enjoyed myself & would like to go back one day, maybe this time to try my hand at skiing, as I clearly shouldn’t snowboard again!