Diary Of A Chalet Chef Girl: Week 6, How To Go From Flashpacker To Pleb In 7 Days… Andorra

If anyone read my last post about getting naked in the dining room then you’ll have a brief idea of where this post is going. This week I cracked snowboarding. To the point where I made it off of the nursery slope. It’s about fucking time!

I also lost my IPhone, developed a little crush on the boy at the ski shop (and every other boarder on the planet) and visited Pas for the first time.

So to start with, pretty much all of our arrivals on Sunday were coming in at 9.30PM (ish). Bristols. We have come to hate Bristols. Bristols are NEVER on time and this particular week we had fifteen of them arriving on that flight. They didn’t get here until midnight.

At midnight I schlepped down to the bus stop to collect them and show them up to the chalet. By the time we had fed and watered them it was 1.30AM. We were back up for breakfast at 6AM.

It physically hurt to drag myself out of bed that day after starting at 4AM the day before.

Really though, the guests were great. The boys were amazing with us. They spent a full afternoon giving Gabs and I lessons on the nursery slope and this is when I just “got it.” It just… happened. I could finally snowboard… kind of.

The next day I met up with a couple of friends and the success was just rolling in! Until I lost my phone. But in all honesty, I was so happy about making it down the slope on my board, and not on my bum, that the absence of my phone just got lost in the back of my mind. I think it helped that the ski shop boy had now taken to giving me all the nicest gear and winking when I left the shop.

The day soon arrived that I travelled over to Pas. Which is awesome… even if the wifi is intermittent and really annoying when you have no idea where you are, where you are going or where your friends are. After dinner, we played quite a long game of My Penis/My Vagina, where the rules are to think of as many words that your penis/vagina could be according to which letter of the alphabet you have reached in the game.

Our penises and vaginas that evening were a mixture of Annoying, Beasty, Clammy, Dutiful, Easy, Feisty, Giant and… well… you get the idea.

Following this I got stranded in Pas for the first time (and certainly not the last).

I remember being drunk on cheap, worker priced wines and standing on one exit of a roundabout with my thumb out hoping for a lift home. Gabs and Pash were stationed on other exits of the roundabout and every two or three minutes one of us would pipe up with “LAAADIES?” Just for shitz and gigz.

But let’s face it… no one was gunna pick up a drunk girl… or a girl in hobo jogging bottoms with half a burger king hanging from her mouth (ahem… Grabriella Le Bon).

If losing my phone and getting stuck in Pas wasn’t disaster enough, I got extremely mangled Friday night and lost yet another technological device.

In one week I went from flashpacker to pleb. Seriously, how do you lose a Samsung Galaxy Tab?

Thankfully, the week drew to a close before I could kill myself.

I hope you enjoyed the video, once again, of me mashing my face into the snow. I did.
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