That’s right, readers, I have gone to Bulgaria. Why? To go skiing (read the damn title) and to meet up with the Burns family (Our Travel Lifestyle). And it’s been fun. Apart from a few incidents, it’s been fantastic. Summary:
Day 1: Around 60 mins of snowboard lessons, another hour of using snowboards as toboggans, ten minutes of falling over on the training slope.
Day 2: Switched back to skiing. Did a few refreshers. Got back to my former level of confidence and gung-ho-ness.
Day 3 : Tackled brutal Bulgarian ski runs. Ski’d down to the bottom cable car.
Day 4: Skived with mum. Ahhh, blissful Minecraft.
Day 5: Back to the slopes. I enjoyed myself, but there was lots of wind on the top- which we ski’d through.
Day 6: Learned to do parallel turns with Emil, the mountain’s best extreme ski-er.
Day 7: Hurt my arm on a red. Then I went right up top. I was going to ski right down to the bottom, but then I messed up and badly bruised my shin. And that’s just lovely, innit?
Day 8: That’s today. So I started with a skype-based maths lesson. I then worked my way up into another bruise on the same shin (ow!) and whimpered my way down (with a lot of help) to the middle cable car. Thanks, Emil!
Day 987: The Earth is invaded by Martians and Humanity is wiped out.
Now what? Now we spend two to three more days ski-ing and then go to, um, Plovdiv. And then we go to Sofia. And fly back to England. Hooray. T_T Okay. That’s it. Thanks for suffering through this.