Skiing on the Roof of Europe

I'm not sure what Kellie said to, or offered, the travel agent in Didsbury. It may, or may not, have involved the exchange of a brown paper bag and promises of early retirement. Alternatively, Kel may have brandished a blunt instrument and made threats of physical violence (she can have a remarkably short temper, you know). Whatever my wife did do, it worked a treat. She walked out of that travel agency with flights to Geneva, transfers and a week's mountainside accommodation in the French Alps for two people. All for the princely sum of £400 ($800 Australian). To put that haul into perspective, you'd struggle to get a property in Thredbo for anywhere near $800 a week. You go girl!

The catch (I know you were waiting for it) was that our accommodation was designated as "allocation on arrival". That's travel industry-speak for making you spin the hotel and resort 'roulette wheel' when you clear customs at the airport. To avoid disappointment, we hoped (and prayed) for the penthouse suite at Val D'Isere or Meribel but envisaged a cold concrete shoebox with fold-out bed situated across the road from an indoor ski slope. The other catch (I failed to mention there were two catches, didn't I?) was we had to travel the next day. Actually, a 'day' is too generous, it was more like be at the airport in 10 hours. Just enough time to pack, borrow some ski clothes and grab a couple of hours of poor quality shut-eye.

Evidently, somebody really likes us, or Kel gave that travel agent a real working over. We were allocated a plush one bedroom apartment at the Manoir Savoie - a tastefully designed alpine resort (an oxymoron?) with all the trimmings (spa, sauna, gym etc) at Les Arcs 1950. By the way, the 1950 refers to the elevation in metres, not the year the resort was built - I was most relieved when I found this out. The website http://www.ultimate-ski.com/Directory/Arc_1950_Le_Village/index.html has a good overview of our accommodation and the purpose built village that surrounds it.

In the three days that have followed (I am typing this entry from our apartment), Kel and I have been lapping up the sun (our second day was entirely cloudless) and finding our ski legs. There's 452km of ski-able terrain available to us on our six day Paradiski lift pass (it includes the neighbouring resort of La Plagne) and we're trying hard to cover as much of it as we can. It is something of a coincidence that we are directly above the town of Bourg Saint Maurice, which was host to the first Tour de France stage we visited last year. The snow is good quality and there's plenty of it. Yesterday we skiied on top of a glacier at over 3000 metres elevation. It was beautiful and, at the risk of sounding cliched, probably something we will never have the chance to do again.

Of course, being back in France we are loving the trips to the boulangerie for baguette and pain au chocolat! Kel is shattered that she cannot be gobbling up the cheese as she usually would, but it is a small sacrifice that pales in comparison to the many wonderful things we are experiencing (she may argue otherwise). For example, lunch today was the plat du jour (beouf bourginon) at a mountainside restaurant...life is tough

Au revoir from Les Arcs!