During the year, not a day goes past without my thoughts wandering in and out of the clouds of the day dreaming world and wafting towards high snowy passes that lie beyond my reach and out of sight, many miles away…
First I travel to India - the highest of them all and float down an endless white glow of soft icy fur. I am happiest here because a fascinating culture envelops me - making me forget every mundane day I‘ve ever had.
Then I float on to the Far East and arrive at one of SnowSphere’s most treasured spots. I am snowboarding in Japan and can hear the plinky-plonky echoes of Oriental melodies as I negotiate billowing marshmallows and carve giant powder turns splashing the land’s delicate, illustrator-perfect trees. My body aches by now so I duck into a smoking room and tuck head first, into a bowl of spicy miso soup. My face becomes hot and damp with the spray of its salty juice. I devour a temple of sashimi and keep my decorative chopsticks to remind me.
I double back west and turn to see a man on an irritated mule bump past. I am standing in slush and mud but my path leads to a far more inviting end. Small wooden homes lead the way from villages to hills whose summits, until a few years ago were never even contemplated upon. A clandestine Eastern Europe still awaits full discovery.
Suddenly I’m riding high in the mighty US of A! The cold air has me bury deep into the furrows of my jacket. My fists clench and I attempt a near perfect run up – I know I mustn’t let the fear force my legs to speed check too much. My knees bend and I feel the power muster in my back foot as I pop myself into the air just as I reach it…I grab my board and I’m flying.
And then, without warning, I’m back on safe ground again and staring at the lastminute.com ski holidays deals page.
The Alps again is it?
Tags: season, Snowboarding, winter holiday
