Chamtastic

Waaay back in February we met up with Brett and Belinda again, this time for some skiing action in the French Alps - Chamonix to be exact. Also staying with us was B-and-B's friend Kate, another Aussie who was also celebrating her birthday. We had secured a self-catering chalet apartment just on the edge of the town for a long weekend of fun - but in typical Bec and John fashion, it started on the back foot somewhat.

Despite leaving copious amounts of time to get there, we'd only just managed to check-in to Luton on time - and it turned out that our bag had not been so lucky. We waited around the baggage reclaim area in Geneva for an eternity before finally giving up and getting the shuttle minibus to Chamonix. It ended up being a full 24 hours before our bag was delivered to us - so big thanks to Brush and Bel for all the gear-lending that allowed us to have a great first day regardless!


Chamonix is a slightly difficult place to get around, as it's not one mountain/resort but actually half-a-dozen or so, all based around and above the town. To get to each from town requires an annoying bus ride followed by a gondola ride to the piste. Still, once we were up there on the first morning, all the hassle of travelling was quickly forgotten. The weather was really great, and while the snow was not super-fresh, there was certainly still plenty of it.

Here's Brett demonstrating that when sweaty, his hair is several thousand metres in height, comfortably dwarfing mighty alpine peaks:


Subsequent days were less great weather- and snow-wise, but it was still ace to get back on the white stuff. Evenings were filled with food (soooo much cheese!), frequent groans as new sites of pain and soreness were discovered, but also much merriment - like when Kate requested a nice refreshing Margarita and received a nice cheesy pizza!