Over the hill

Or maybe I'm just on the ascent of the hill? On January 15th I officially turned 30. I was lucky enough to spend my birthday in the amazingly beautiful Austrian Alps. A group of thirteen of us went to Saalbach, a cozy little village (resort) in western Austria. This was my first attempt at skiing which the idea of has never quite suited me. However since the back surgery last year I decided that snowboarding (aka falling on my ass non-stop) probably wasn't the best idea, so I thought I'd give skiing a go.

Getting to Saalbach in the first place proved to be quite difficult. In what will forever be known as the Big Snow/Ice Storm of 2010 here in Ireland we were attempting to fly. After 9 hours in the airport, with our Ryanair flight to Salzburg delayed and finally cancelled we were able to book another flight with Aer Lingus to Munich, Germany and this flight actually was on time. Instead of our 1 hour transfer from Salzburg we were now looking at a 3.5 hour transfer from Munich which put us into the Hotel Panther at around midnite. A few beers and we were off to bed.

Up and early the next morning to book into Ski School. Myself and another guy, Rob, were the only two beginner skiers in the group. We stuck together for the first few days until Rob quickly surpassed me in skiing talent and I decided to drop down a level. I'm not sure if I hurt my left ankle on a fall or if it's just my weak ankle but the boots did not agree with me either way. When I had my boots on I could only put pressure on my ankle for about 10 min at a time, this does not really agree with the concept of skiing so I stuck to the beginners slopes while everyone else moved on.

I found out the real reason that everyone goes skiing anyway:
Après-ski (French: after skiing) refers to going out, having drinks, dancing, and generally socializing after skiing. It is popular in the Alps where skiers often stop at bars on their last run of the day while still wearing all their ski gear.

Skiing is a hard life: up at 7am, ski till 4pm, drink till 8pm, eat till 10pm, drink till 2am, sleep, repeat. And there you have it.

The best nite out by far was my birthday. At dinner the hotel had made me the most amazing hazelnut cake with a Firework on top! No joke! Then after dinner, off to the bars for some karaoke, bowling, drinking and general fun times...And then up at 7am again.

Overall it was a great holiday and a fantastic birthday. I'm looking forward to my 30's I think they're going to bring some great adventures!

I'll get some photos up for you soon.