Snowboarding in Switzerland.

 

“You’re either a skier or a snowboarder.”

I’d have to disagree. I’m both.

If there’s one thing I wish I had more time and money to do, it’s ski/board holidays. Even though I’m a sucker for the sun, sea and sand, the snow is definitely second favourite for me.

When we went on our first family holiday to the slopes in France, I learned to ski. I instantly loved it. Apart from crying in ski school and complaining when my feet were too cold.

As we grew up, Dad’s knees got older, Tom’s legs got more important and Mum’s back gave up, I was left with no one to ski with. Ultimately the ski holidays stopped.

However, in my last year of high school, a couple of friends (Alice and Lucy) and I organised a snowboarding trip in Switzerland.

None of us had snowboarded before, so we all learnt together. The first day was a little bumpy. There were a lot of bruises and sore butts, I fell on my head, Alice fractured her wrist and Lucy blacked out for a second after catching a bad edge.

Day Two was much smoother. We finally nailed how to properly turn, and before we knew it we were (what felt like) flying down the mountain. I do enjoy skiing, but damn, you feel 10 times cooler snowboarding.

By the last day of the trip Lucy and I conquered a black run. Even if I ended up crashing into the trees and smashing my camera, we did make it to the bottom!

The snow, the mountains and the boarding was incredible. But Switzerland itself was beautiful. Geneva Lake was breathtaking, the city is made up of the most astonishing architecture and the food is incredible. Crepes all day every day!


One of my favourite parts of the trip was snow shoeing up the mountains at night. It was pitch black out, the moon and our tiny head torches were our only light source.

We hiked for over an hour up the mountain, through the pine trees, watching the shooting stars over our heads. It was like something out of a movie.


When we reached the top we were greeted by a tiny wooden hut. We ate cheese fondue and drank wine under candlelight.

Eventually, we tipsily tumbled our way back down the mountain. I’ll never forget it, I’ll never forget that week in Switzerland.

I’ll be back.

Hannah x

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