'Twas the day before Christmas Eve and we decided to head for the hills to go for a bit of a ski, although conditions were NOT perfect, extreme ice and very slippery.
All this time, I had been bragging about my fantastic skiing prowess to my uncle and cousins.
"Skiing in Australia?" They would say "Bullshit! It would be like lying under palm trees and soaking up the sun here!"
I had to prove my worth.
From what I recall, I was a confident, fast and agile skiier. I'd done a couple of trips to Hotham and Falls so thought it would be a cinch, although it was a couple of years back.
Little did I realise, my nasty gin hangover had temporarily fogged up my memory and I got to the top of a very steep hill and thought, "Shit, how do I do this again?!"
Crippled by fear and battered by low confidence, I kept falling on the frozen snow, one stack after another, much to the amusement, albeit frustration, of the family. Then, by the third trip, patience waning and getting pulled up in a huff, it all finally clicked into place and I started to glide, effortlessly.
I was happy..
Savoured these breathtaking views..
And then retired to the quaint little cafe you see in the picture above and had some hot rum and cherry drink. Delicious.
Here's my cousin Mikolaj (Pronounced Mi-ko-wai)
He speaks pretty good English, so translates when I struggle. The Polish is getting better by the day and I've even started thinking in the language!
On the way home, the sun was seen for the first time in a week. Well, sort of.
We then dressed the tree with beautiful, hand-made baubles.
With all the snow and hooha, it's truly starting to feel like Christmas.
x Onion
your blog is so good......
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