“Do you even know how to ski?”
That was the first question my mother asked me when I happened to mention to her that I had paid my deposit for the Glasgow University ski trip. This year saw the GUSSC take 300 of GU’s finest students to the resort Les Deux for the first week of January. A week of skiing, snowboarding, boozing and, let’s not forget, dancing.
The actual ability to ski seemed like such a minor issue at the time but truth be told I had very little experience of skiing or snowboarding and absolutely none on real snow. Still, a mixture of peer pressure and Hive inspired drunken enthusiasm persuaded me to pay off the rest of the trip and prepare myself for a week in which my entire family was convinced I would break a bone.
Now, I wasn’t the only one who got carried away and booked the trip having barely put my foot into a ski boot before. So I didn’t feel as bad falling my way down a green slope on the first day, as I got to watch the other beginners struggle just as much.
I mean, at least I didn’t get taken on a blue slope on the first day by my friends, falling so hard I twisted my knee and was airlifted to hospital, losing both skis in the process. Or roll down a black slope, only rescuing myself from falling off piste by the hook of my thumb. I’m not going to name any names but I’m sure the footage will be on the internet in no time at all.
Don’t worry, everyone survived in the end, including the beginners. I got the hang of green slopes in a couple of days and was then led down a few blues by some very patient and understanding people. I thank you all. Meanwhile the more experienced skiers and snowboarders were speeding down reds and blacks and flying over jumps. Some even went off piste – although if you ever do that try not to bury yourself in snow, like one GUSSC member managed to do on the last day.
But let’s face it, it isn’t all about the snow. The bars and nightclubs were completely ruined by the Glasgow students who turned out in force every single night. I have never seen so many people in onesies raving under a massive disco ball than in nightclub Avalanche on the second night. And the French didn’t know what had hit them when we blinded them in our neon clothes on the last night.
So for all those of you that debated over whether to go to Les Deux Alpes this year and decided that you didn’t have the money or that it just wasn’t worth it – to put it bluntly you made a mistake. Whether you’re a complete beginner or a pro, there is something for everyone. There are lessons for all levels and several kind people to pick you up out of the snow and keep you going.
Next year don’t even hesitate. Get it booked because you know you are going to hate life for the next month with all this cliquey L2A chat.
And for all those who were there, now that we are all back in Glasgow after an amazing week together we can truly say F*** SNOW LET’S DANCE!