Ski Dubai

We came home from work yesterday and we all went straight up to the pool and had a barbeque. It was lovely up there. About 44 degrees. A few beers later and 10 of us decided to head into ski dubai. I never imagined that my first skiing experience was going to be in the desert. It was one of the funniest 2 hours of my life.

The thing is that people over here don't really get the Irish humour. We had an instructor, a local lad, i think. The second we hit the snow, a snow fight broke out. You'd swear we had been left out of a lunatic asylem. The poor instructor took 10 mins to get us under control. His evening was only about to get worse.

So the instructing started. We were on the beginner slope, none of us had ever skied before. At the end of the slope is a glass wall. On the other side, were the riches of Dubai having their dinner in the Lapland restaurant. The purpose of the first lesson was to get us to be able to control our speed. As I said before, they don't really get the Irish over here. When the instructor said controlling your speed, all us Irish heard "don't go fast". So now our mission was to go as fast as we could!

The poor people eating dinner were subject to 10 Irish slamming into the windows beside them for over an hour. To get back up the slope you have to get on a ski escalator. It’s a flat escalator with rubber tracks to hold the skis on the way up. Nearing the top on one occasion, I noticed that I was starting to slip backwards down. Three seconds later and I had gathered speed and momentum. Nine seconds later, I had knocked everyone off the escalator and now lay on top of the heap of bodies. Thirteen seconds later and we were sent in for an early shower for being so disrupted.