So that's me at the back, wearing all black. And in front of myself is our instructor in the all-green. I think he had already a few schnapps in his belly but I can't be sure. Drink or no drink he still skied better than I did. We did a full day lesson as I have never seen snow before and neither have I ever seen ski equipment, let alone try it on a mountain before. The instructor was a local Austrian who grew up on these slopes so I'm guessing he was well experienced. After showing us how to walk up a hill and slide down about 5 times on a flat bit of the mountain, he declared that we should try it out on the real slopes. At first I thought it was because I was such a fast learner that I should be able to tackle the real slopes but I think he was kind of bored and just wanted to ski. So all we did was go up and down the slopes, following him and making a "schneepflug" formation with my legs. After a gazillion times of me falling over the mountain, some hills, on the escalator etc we declared after 3pm that the lesson was over. Funnily enough by the time the last 15 minutes of the lesson was to end, I pretty much got the hang of it.
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