The bus journey was boring. The only good thing about it was the landscape. There were the must beautiful mountains with frozen water falls. It was so beautiful, that I kept taking pictures. The bus driver was listening to some old country music which got on my nerves our journey took five hours. I was so happy when we finally got to our destination I couldn’t wait to go skiing. The air was so fresh; I could feel the cold wind of my skin. I remember that I threw my baggage inside the hotel and ran to get my skies; I had to drag the equipment all the way to the mountains.
When I finally got there, I quickly got on my skies and took the lift, unluckily got of the lift at the wrong mountain, it wasn’t the smallest mountain, so I fell onto this little boy which was sliding down, but the boy didn’t get hurt, but the ski police still got angry at me and told me to get some lessons on skiing.
I went ski school for one day; it was so boring, because I did not understand Norwegian. The ski school instructor was a bit funny. I remember that he told us that he was born with skis. I only had five days of skiing and I didn’t want to use those days to learn how to ski, and the days in winter are short, I used to only get about four to five hours on the snow before the sun set down. Skiing was that hard to learn, I was actually good at it for a first timer, because I never fell, but when I did fall it wasn’t seriously, because I was never traveling with enough speed to fall over and get painfully hurt. Sometimes when I had fallen down, I used to just lie in the snow, because I was freezing and too weak to get up, people thought that I had broken a leg or something.
There were five mountains and they were each given a colour the darker the colour, the steeper the mountain, there were these small bumps. One day I went to jump of one of the bumps, it was a big challenge, after I had jump it was fantastic, I wouldn’t believe that I had landed safe again.
I remember when my best friend and I went to slide down the highest mountain. While we were sitting on the lift we noticed that we actually were high up, and when we were about to slide down got scared, because it was so steep. We sat there half way trough that mountain crying. We actually thought we were about to die. I remember that I was going so fast that my ski glasses and my hat flew off. When I got closed to the ground again, my ski glasses and hat were still on the mountain so I went to the ski police but they didn’t care, so I got angry, and went to cafeteria and stayed there rest of the day because it was hard to see were one is going without the glasses. Skiing wasn’t fun anymore.
Next day I went to the lost and found section and found and my stuff. I like the hotel we were staying at, it had swimming pools and the sauna was superb. Food was nice and the hot chocolate delicious. I loved the night ski, even though it was a bit scary, because it was so dark. The hotel was in a little village, not far from the ski tracts. I used to go round the shops on my way home to the hotel everyday.
When the holiday came to an end I felt so sad, because skiing is so much fun with my friends. Norway is the perfect holiday destination for skiing. I’d like to go again with my family. Everyone would probably have a good time, and I would really like to see my mum and dad skiing. That’s entertainment. My holiday in Norway will always be my best experience forever and I would recommend a skiing holiday for everyone who likes to have fun, and is tried of hot and dry holidays.
