We book another snowboarding lesson as Julien says that three is the magic number. We don’t get up to the mountain in time to do many practice runs which is a shame and on my first run, I fall onto my coccyx. Not only is it very painful, it make me very wary of falling again, it hurts when I’m doing up my bindings and means I am riding rather stiffly afterwards.
In our lesson we start to learn a new way of turning - first on the back side and then front side. I fall while on my front side as I catch an edge and fall flat onto my chest. The fall really winds me and I sit in silence for about 5 minutes. Julien helps me up and I think I am ok, although shocked, but as I do my next couple of turns I get a piercing pain in my chest. I sit down and feel awful – I’m worried I may have broken a rib. Julien helps me down the next slope and I decide to head back down in the gondola, cutting short my lesson.
Soph and I go to see the doctor (Soph as chief translator) however we discover that the doctor’s waiting room has no system and an absentee receptionist who only ever appears to answer the phone and then disappears again. After a long time standing waiting I decide that my agony is not overwhelming and we head home. Even it if was a broken rib the doctors can’t do anything anyway.
Soph swaps her board for skis as she’s had enough pain for one holiday and as she can already ski she decides its time to have fun. We spend the afternoon watching films and drinking red wine.
We all head to Sam and Seb’s apartment for dinner as they are only staying four chalets up the road from us. They cook enough chilli to feed nine hungry people with enough for seconds! And then we all play Cranium which is not the best board game ever invented.
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