A whiter shade of pale

On day 3 me and Phil abandon the Skiing, thinking that now, with only two main runs open, is the best time to try to learn to snow board.

Kiwi’s are big into boarding. At least 50-50 if not more will board. I’ve always admired them. Mostly cause it looks cool, but it also looks like a lot of fun.

Me and Phil spend 30 mins before our lesson on the nursery slope, simply falling over, standing up and then falling over again. We laugh at ourselves. The kids laugh at us. My two feet are strapped to a solid plank that I appear to have no control over. I’m not even sure what the theory behind it is.

Two hours later, we’re confidently (well more confidently than before) making our way down the nursery slope at speeds in excess of 3 mph. Thanks to pretty much private lesson by our instructor (who gets to spend six months in NZ and six months in Colorado USA – way cool).

We spend the afternoon braving the proper slopes and realise quickly that gradient is an important variable in snow boarding and that maybe we’re not quite ready to embrace it yet. Nothing broken, we retire for the day.

Next day we head straight for the slopes, and Phil survives a brush with death by falling off the chair lift just as we leave, and just avoids getting whacked on the head by the lift. In true form he takes a poor, non-English speaking foreigner down with him.

By this stage it started to snow. Bringing new meaning to the words white-out. Sunglasses help, if only cause darkening what you can’t see makes it slightly less intimidating. A blindfold may have been more effective.

So to summarise, we are now at the top of a mountain, effectively wearing a blindfold, with our two legs trapped to what can only be described as a well polished, slightly elongated tea tray.

Gravity sees us right. She has a tendency to do that…

With skiing done we vacate Methven to the north, back to Hanmer Springs. Mostly cause my car is there, hopefully repaired, but also cause the Springs of Hanmer Springs are pretty sweet and it’s nice to sit in an outside hot tub in the snow. Not a pretty Scandinavian girl in sight but lots of friendly Kiwis so well compensated.

We only leave when we realise they’re actually draining the hot tubs for the night.

We eat in a tacky (but quite tasty) Chinese restaurant that appears to serve everything except what we wish to order. The evening finishes with a brief walk along the main strip of Hanmer to realise that there was probably more nightlife in Methven.

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June 2007

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