We now come to the sporting part of our itinerary: skiing in St Gervais, France. Now St Gervais is like a poor-man’s Chamonix. It’s actually a really nice town, you just don’t get rich women swanning around in fur coats carrying little dogs… and that’s no bad thing. We’re staying practically at the bottom of the ski lift so it’s all really convenient to get to the slopes.

We’ve booked private lessons and that turned out to be a godsend. Well for me anyway, as I’m a skiing virgin (no jokes please Tuss). Chris is skiing down the slopes already with aplomb, because he’s done this before, but I’m giving the 5 year olds a run for their money and I managed to ski for the whole two hours without falling over (partly due to our ski instructor ‘guiding’ me downhill 🙂 ).

The only bad thing about this holiday is that yet again there is no internet where we are staying and the places in town have time restrictions (the bastards!) so we can’t drink the bar dry while we download copious amounts of movies from iTunes. The downside to life in the cloud I suppose. Still, I guess the purpose of a holiday is not to spend your whole time on the internet although the withdrawal symptoms get worse when I know a basketball game is on. Go Wildcats!