Skiing Holiday, Day 1

This is the start of my post-written writeup of the skiing holiday to France that I’ve just come back from. It’s mostly just an oppotunity to share my experiences and display a few bad photos.

The holiday starts at 7am on a Monday morning, where I’m woken up from sleeping on the floor of my mum’s house (not enough beds to go round). A quick crossoint and coffee to start the day (feeling French already) and then it’s a speedy repack of all my things into a new bag, as the old one broke when trying to stuff too many things in, and we all leap into the taxi to Luton Airport.

Easyjet flight to Geneva was pretty uneventful. Luton airport is a really dull place. I read a paper and the in-flight magazine throughout the whole flight, as I was sitting in the aisle seat and couldn’t see out of the window.

At Geneva we pick up a big 6-seater hire car from an underground car park and hit the road (on the right hand side). We’re soon on the motorway (after only one missed turn) and on the way to France. Border control consists of driving slowly past a man waving. Head to Chamonix through some tunnels. Soon start to see the mountains, and the road winds its way upwards. Drive past Chamnoix and into Le Tour for a quick peek at the nursery slopes. Then onwards to our hostel type hotel Belle Vue, just around the (very sharp) corner into Vallorcine.