Friday, May 19, 2006
02/2006: Zermatt: 'I’m not a skier!'
I’m not a skier. I’ve never seen the point. You cart unwieldy equipment around in heavy boots, wait ages in a queue, hang off a piece of metal suspended hundreds of feet from a wire, get to the top of a mountain then come straight down it, possibly sustaining a serious injury in the process, then do it all over again. And it’s cold. There must be something to it, though, because there are about 3 million people here today, all having a go.
When I move back to my original hotel, the staff are all lovely and warmly welcome me back. Dinner tonight is fondue, the sort with bouillon and thin slivers of meat you dip in to cook. It’s served with chips and an assortment of pickles. Another lone Brit at the next table and me eye it nervously and the nice waitress has to school us in fondue etiquette. It is delicious and is followed by ice cream liberally doused in kirsch. I could get used to this way of eating but I’d have to buy a new wardrobe.
I’m not a skier. I’ve never seen the point. You cart unwieldy equipment around in heavy boots, wait ages in a queue, hang off a piece of metal suspended hundreds of feet from a wire, get to the top of a mountain then come straight down it, possibly sustaining a serious injury in the process, then do it all over again. And it’s cold. There must be something to it, though, because there are about 3 million people here today, all having a go.
When I move back to my original hotel, the staff are all lovely and warmly welcome me back. Dinner tonight is fondue, the sort with bouillon and thin slivers of meat you dip in to cook. It’s served with chips and an assortment of pickles. Another lone Brit at the next table and me eye it nervously and the nice waitress has to school us in fondue etiquette. It is delicious and is followed by ice cream liberally doused in kirsch. I could get used to this way of eating but I’d have to buy a new wardrobe.
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