There comes a time in everyone's life when you realise that you have been missing something. For me this happened when I went to ski the Swiss Alps. I looked at these mountains and just thought 'Where have you been all my life?'So now I buy lotto tickets and pick up pennies off the pavement just so that I can save enough money for another ski trip next year.
The Alps are amazing. Not ski slopes in the Australian-ski-field sense of the word but more like precipitous faces that are just dying to chew you up and spit you out.
We were there quite late in the season but there was still enough on-piste to keep us very happy. Next year we will get it together and do the big stuff out the back. Can only dream until then.
Thank you Saskia for getting us over there, looking after us and being our guide. Can't wait until next year. Although I will pass on the fondue and raclete as I am sure balls of cheese are still passing through my system two months later.
And the best thing about skiing here was that there were no naked Germans (unlike the rest of the popular holiday destinations in Europe).
