Someone stole my damn skis

16.08.2013

After a really huge breakfast, I pretty much went around by myself because I was too afraid to go with the people who were better at skiing than I am. I went to the kid zone, which you had to take a bus to, and kind of remembered how to ski. I hadn't been skiing in at least 10 years. I don't like the way this ski resort is set up. It's all set up along a long road and you must wait for a bus before heading to another part of the park. Also, skis aren't allowed in the bus, so you have to sort of put them on a little shelf on the outside of the bus and hope they are there by the time you get to the next run. We all met up for lunch at 2 p.m., then I went with Rachel to help her find her purse. She had left it at a restaurant last night, and a fellow skier had brought it up to Mt. Hotham for her. After that, we went to the kiddie zone together. On the way there, however, my skis did not make it to my destination. The solution to this, according to the bus driver, was to ride the bus all the way around and then see what skis are left. This is what I did. Little Hugo left his skis on the bus, and took mine. After I found that out, I went to the ski rental place and brought them back. They said there was nothing they could do about it till tomorrow, when I could get a new pair of skis. Ugh. There goes almost half a day wasted.

We found Rachel's purse