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... was struggling to understand my Scottish accent and so rather than make a fool of herself she simply opened the gate and let me out.
A short walk along the road and I was in London St Pancras station where i was to meet the rest of the group and also board our hi speed Eurostar train to Paris.
Trying to locate the so called tour guide was a nightmare but I finally found her. After that it was through security a quick coffee and onto the train.
The train raced along ...
... drive a person mad after a short time. I suppose if they wear them from birth they don't know any different. Seems to be a pretty good life if one is a milking cow in Switzerland!
grindelwald was beautiful. Of course it is. Under the alps, totally green with snow topped mountains looking down on the little village. We went watch shopping. Okay, I brought another one. It's rose gold so now ...
The usual morning routine was taken a bit quicker this morning and we left the hotel ten minutes early. As we left light snow was falling in Lauterbrunnen and the clear skies of the last few days had disappeared behind cloud, as had many of the peaks.
JJ and I caught an earlier train and we were joined by Matt and one of the instructors called Ken. The plan was to get off the train at Wengen Alp, ski down to the Wixi chair and then ski down into ...
... were only advanced skiers left as this is an interesting slope at the best of times. Most of the black runs in the resort have areas of hard packed snow, especially when they have been skied all day, the Lauberhorn has ice in places as it can get scraped back to the race surface. However, it is the only place in the resort where I have found ice and the runs were well groomed.
After this we headed up the chair lift and skied the run which is used for the ...
... many snowfields, most with trepidation because we didn’t know for sure what was under them and how deep the snow, and whether it would hold us. There was one tricky stream crossing which involved a jump that neither of us was sure we would make, but after walking upstream for a while until we came to a better looking place, and closing our eyes, we were on the other side.
Two hours and ten minutes later we arrived at Grosse ...