Friday the 13th - How Lucky
Friday, April 13
Lucky for me, my plane was delayed by 15 minutes which gave me time to check-in. I bought a drink for the flight attendant; which I promised to myself I would do if I made the easyJet flight.
As usual, the flight was a joy and the helpful staff members gave me a personal one-to-one with their safety equipment.
I was heading to France again, this time accompanied by Bilal, who is a cool South Affrican lad I met in London. Also along was his friend, Jun, who is the funniest Japanese lad I have ever met.
On the plane, Jun taught Bilal and I a few phrases in Japanese such as ‘how are you’ ‘thank you’ and a few others which are probably not appropriate to mention here.
The next day, Saturday morning, Jun was dressed sooner than Bilal and I, and was attempting to say ‘I am ready’. However, within his excitement and lovely Japanese accent, he proclaimed what sounded like ‘I am Lady’. We obviously never let him forget that phrase throughout our time there and at home☺
Jun was my guide for the first couple of runs when we got on the slope, as Bilal was still learning how to snowboard. It was interesting when I insisted Jun give me directions in Japanese. When he began to shout out directions in English, I would pretend to not hear him.
After Bilal got up to speed with his snowboarding (remarkably within a couple of hours of being on the slope) all three of us went cruising on Le Toure. It was the quietest I’ve ever experienced. We actually didn’t use the walky-talkies and I resorted to a combination of listening to Bilal’s board in front of me and Bilal shouting out my name. I would know to stop when I couldn’t hear his board any more, as that would be the point when he would have face-planted (fallen). He didn’t fall enough for my liking for a beginner.
Saturday afternoon on the slope, we met two lovely girls, Alisha and Esther, both of them teaching English in France. Esther was an Ausy on skis for the first time and she was brave enough to come up the chair lift with Jun and I. She was quite nervous; however, she persevered and the next day it was hard to get her off the slope as she was loving it. Alisha was an unforgettable Canadian skier. She enjoyed the snow and was the only person I’ve ever seen who can laugh after falling and sliding down the mountain for 20 meters!
Thanks go out to the lovely lady at Chalet Ski Station in Chamonix who donated the money I paid for my stay to the charity.
Knuckles up to Tom Wilson at Zeroº were great for providing Bilal a nice discount off his snowboard rental and gave me some love in the form of wrist guards at cost price.
Lucky for me, my plane was delayed by 15 minutes which gave me time to check-in. I bought a drink for the flight attendant; which I promised to myself I would do if I made the easyJet flight.
As usual, the flight was a joy and the helpful staff members gave me a personal one-to-one with their safety equipment.
I was heading to France again, this time accompanied by Bilal, who is a cool South Affrican lad I met in London. Also along was his friend, Jun, who is the funniest Japanese lad I have ever met.
On the plane, Jun taught Bilal and I a few phrases in Japanese such as ‘how are you’ ‘thank you’ and a few others which are probably not appropriate to mention here.
The next day, Saturday morning, Jun was dressed sooner than Bilal and I, and was attempting to say ‘I am ready’. However, within his excitement and lovely Japanese accent, he proclaimed what sounded like ‘I am Lady’. We obviously never let him forget that phrase throughout our time there and at home☺
Jun was my guide for the first couple of runs when we got on the slope, as Bilal was still learning how to snowboard. It was interesting when I insisted Jun give me directions in Japanese. When he began to shout out directions in English, I would pretend to not hear him.
After Bilal got up to speed with his snowboarding (remarkably within a couple of hours of being on the slope) all three of us went cruising on Le Toure. It was the quietest I’ve ever experienced. We actually didn’t use the walky-talkies and I resorted to a combination of listening to Bilal’s board in front of me and Bilal shouting out my name. I would know to stop when I couldn’t hear his board any more, as that would be the point when he would have face-planted (fallen). He didn’t fall enough for my liking for a beginner.
Saturday afternoon on the slope, we met two lovely girls, Alisha and Esther, both of them teaching English in France. Esther was an Ausy on skis for the first time and she was brave enough to come up the chair lift with Jun and I. She was quite nervous; however, she persevered and the next day it was hard to get her off the slope as she was loving it. Alisha was an unforgettable Canadian skier. She enjoyed the snow and was the only person I’ve ever seen who can laugh after falling and sliding down the mountain for 20 meters!
Thanks go out to the lovely lady at Chalet Ski Station in Chamonix who donated the money I paid for my stay to the charity.
Knuckles up to Tom Wilson at Zeroº were great for providing Bilal a nice discount off his snowboard rental and gave me some love in the form of wrist guards at cost price.
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