Ski school An exhilerating day of ski school. My legs are killing me but they are still attached to the my feet and waist, which is a good thing as people that know me will confirm I am one of the most uncordinated people I know.

Due to past experiences I only booked one day of ski school, perhaps thinking I could take a break tomorrow (particularly in the morning as my mind will be wandering to a little corner of the world a long way east and about 11,000 feet down from here), however I have signed up again for Saturday and Sunday, as I really want to get the most out of the experience. That plus my goggles cost me $120 and I need to get the use out of them, because they won't cut it in my local pub.

Charlton North Downs commented on here recently that he needs to 'live' more. I don't know about that, but listen to my Aussie ski instructor's life.... He was a professional surfer. He now spends 6 months of the year in Colorado as a ski instructor, and he was bloody good, 3 months in Bali teaching surfing and 3 months either side of summer back home in Australia chilling out. Now that is the way to live.  ¶ 22:01