Greg and I went to Villars (in Vaud) for our first skiing experience, which led me to decide that I hadn’t found a vocation as a skier. He loved it so much, however, that we went to Morzine (in the Haute Savoie) a couple of days later, him to ski, me ostensibly to take photos. However, the cold driving rain kept me inside most of the day (although, as you’ll see, I risked my equipment going out on a few occasions), but Greg continued regardless, paying no heed to the wetness of his exterior.
Empty ski-lifts • The ski-lifts at Morzine were empty for an extended period of the day we were there—I was impressed at how many people there seemed to be in spite of the poor weather. I came to realize that they were determined to make the best of their skiing holidays, which had presumably been arranged months in advance.
Empty ski-lifts • The ski-lifts at Morzine were empty for an extended period of the day we were there—I was impressed at how many people there seemed to be in spite of the poor weather. I came to realize that they were determined to make the best of their skiing holidays, which had presumably been arranged months in advance.
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