Four. Ending up in the cockpit.

My final ski post.

The Family. Throughout the week we got to know everyone in our chalet. In the day we would ski together & in the evening we would play games or watch films after dinner. By the end of the week they were literally like another family to me. Especially our Scottish friends, Louise's family and Australian Archie. I miss them!

Above: Emily, Louis, David, Me, Louise & Australian Archie.

The Singing. Over the week, Emily & I discovered our shared love for singing. We would sing on the slopes, in the coach, chalet, chair lifts, everywhere! Chair lifts were our favourite. One time we were singing our favourite (Is this the way to Amarillo dun dun every night I've been hugging my pillow dun dun..) on the chairlift and two French ladies on the lift with us enjoyed it so much they decided to teach us a song of their own. For the rest of that journey, the four of us sang together loudly whilst beating the rhythm with our ski poles. Pretty darn awesome.

The Journey. After a sad goodbye (singing 'So Long, Farewell' as you do...) it was time for Louise's family and myself to make our own way home. Running on a couple of hours sleep, we put our heads to rest on the airport benches and did a little shopping before climbing aboard. During our flight a wonderful sunset was taking place on the other side of the aircraft, so I asked the air hostess if she could take a photo of it for me. Turned out there was a little misunderstanding and instead of having a photo of the sunset, I ended up in the cockpit. I'm not complaining. It was a really lovely end to one of my favourite holidays.

The End. (for now...)

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'Amarillo' by Tony Christie | 'The Bonnie Banks O' Loch Lomond' by the Corries | 'So Long, Farewell' & 'Do Re Mi Fa'