Chantal's Riviera Adventure travel blog


Snow on the trees below our apartment

from our balcony looking up the hill

Our refridgerator

looking across the square to the ski shop

more of the square

trees n snow

Me, Seli n Brett on the chairlift

me in good visibility

Bj N me

Seli keeping up appearances

nice snow chains

Australia Day in the snow

cape at rest


me n Seli in the Gondola to halfway

Seli in the blood wagon

I am finally able to write a catch up because the washing machine keeps popping its door – so i have shoved the big end of the butter knife up the back edge of the door which seems to be working so far; It was that or sit with my legs at half mast with my back against the other side of the kitchenette!

Brett, Selina, Keita and I headed up to the Sierra Nevada for the much awaited skiing holiday, friends of Selina’s were coming in from the UK to meet us for the 4 days.

Sierra Nevada which means ‘snowy range’ in Spanish is in the region of provinces of Granada and Almeria in Spain and has the highest point of Spain at 3478m but all the on piste skiing is only up to the 3000m mark.

We got to the village and got ourselves sorted for an hour and a half on the slopes to ease us in for the afternoon and to shake out our Aussie colours for Australia Day. After a couple of practice runs we managed to ski without falling over with our capes on.

The visibility seemed to decrease over the days but in the evenings the snow would fall and give great depth to all the slopes. On the second last day one of the slopes was a mix of ice patches and powder snow and Seli took a tumble, which she didn’t manage to recover from. It wasn’t good for her but for entertainment value for the rest of us it was a good 10 out of 10. The blood wagon was called for and a strapping young Spaniard swooshed down the slope toward us with his body bag on sleds. It is no more than an aluminium frame with a plastic tarpaulin strapped to it and with the extra medical supplies if required in a large orange rubber bag which was stuffed up under Seli’s back for a bit more comfort he took her to the bottom of the hill. My prowess as a skier is not the best so by the time i managed to make it to the bottom of the hill, he and the others were all down in the Medical tent. After the medico checked that she didn’t require the hospital, she joined us in the bar for lunch and a rest.

No more skiing for Seli and the visibility was so bad on the last day that Brett and I packed it in after the first run where every now and then you would be blasted from the side by the snow makers (or in this case ice pellet makers) and headed back to the coast where it was warmer.

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