We wake up in the morning and get ready for going out. Looking outside I can confirm it had...
Proper french snow which like there bread is far superior to the British crap.
And so we had some dinner and good it was too. IT might have recharged my mom but I was now too full to do any snowboarding!
And so we got in the gondala to go to the top of the moutain.
At the top we changed my moms boots to her ski ones and found the man who was going to give her a lesson. Intrestingly he was taking her towards the chair lift. Good luck to you mate and my brother and me went down to the bottom to put my moms stuff in the car.
We whizzed up and down the plenny area enjoying the new snow.
Visiability wasn't great and it kept snowing so it was pointless going far.
My mom lesson ends. Me and my brother ski on down get her stuff and get her changed before decending the gondala.
We put my mom and dads ski items in the car to make the journey from the apartment easier and
Well for a change we havn't skied that much on the first day. Tommorrow though will be different.
We get back to the apartment, and it keeps on snowing.
We come all this way and have fish and chips. But they are Austrailain fish and chips.