We'd had the option of skiing on our last morning, which would have involved paying extra for hire and lift passes, and getting up early and rushing back to be ready for the coach at 12.30. After such a big Saturday, we decided to give ourselves a sleep-in and a leisurely breakfast instead. All the Rackers did likewise, despite Sean's intention of going out.
So I think we got up at about 9am and went down to breakfast. There were a lot more Rackers there this time. All the talk was of Rob getting lucky and not being in the hotel. After breakfast, we packed up and checked out, leaving our bags in the foyer, and then went for a wander in the village.
We bought some mini saucissons, and Christian bought some glove liners. We then went up some stairs and discovered the main frontage of the resort, and just how close the bottom of Transarc 46 was to the hotel. The cloud was very high today, and at this point it was difficult to see around the village. We walked back to the hotel in time for about midday.
As we wanted to get the front seat of the bus, we followed Georgia down when she went to find the coach driver. Except we couldn't find him. After a number of phone calls, the coach driver appeared on another bus and spoke to Georgia. He was refusing to bring the coach up to the bus stop, despite this having been the arrangement, because the police had been hassling him. In the end, he gave in, and went to get the coach and drive it up.
We all got on, and finally set off. The road down to Bourg St Maurice was in cloud, and our progress was slow, but once on the flat, we made good time. We stopped at a services, and bought some wraps for lunch, with crisps and chocolate for added snackiness. Before much longer, we were back at the Swiss border, and then at the airport.
Check-in was painless, but we had a long time to kill at the airport, so we did lots of wandering, and finally sat to eat (although it was technically too early for dinner). I had a good pizza, and Christian had a pasta bolognaise.
Our gate was called and we made the journey there. It was a cool round series of gates up some stairs. Boarding was called, and we waited almost until last to get on. We were delayed because the baggage handlers had put the wrong bag on our plane, and so we had to wait for that to get sorted out. The flight itself was smooth. We were served a wrap, which I saved for later.
Back in London, we did the usual - passport control, collected baggage, said goodbye to the Rackers, and headed to a pod, from whence we found the car and drove home.
So I think we got up at about 9am and went down to breakfast. There were a lot more Rackers there this time. All the talk was of Rob getting lucky and not being in the hotel. After breakfast, we packed up and checked out, leaving our bags in the foyer, and then went for a wander in the village.
We bought some mini saucissons, and Christian bought some glove liners. We then went up some stairs and discovered the main frontage of the resort, and just how close the bottom of Transarc 46 was to the hotel. The cloud was very high today, and at this point it was difficult to see around the village. We walked back to the hotel in time for about midday.
As we wanted to get the front seat of the bus, we followed Georgia down when she went to find the coach driver. Except we couldn't find him. After a number of phone calls, the coach driver appeared on another bus and spoke to Georgia. He was refusing to bring the coach up to the bus stop, despite this having been the arrangement, because the police had been hassling him. In the end, he gave in, and went to get the coach and drive it up.
We all got on, and finally set off. The road down to Bourg St Maurice was in cloud, and our progress was slow, but once on the flat, we made good time. We stopped at a services, and bought some wraps for lunch, with crisps and chocolate for added snackiness. Before much longer, we were back at the Swiss border, and then at the airport.
Check-in was painless, but we had a long time to kill at the airport, so we did lots of wandering, and finally sat to eat (although it was technically too early for dinner). I had a good pizza, and Christian had a pasta bolognaise.
Our gate was called and we made the journey there. It was a cool round series of gates up some stairs. Boarding was called, and we waited almost until last to get on. We were delayed because the baggage handlers had put the wrong bag on our plane, and so we had to wait for that to get sorted out. The flight itself was smooth. We were served a wrap, which I saved for later.
Back in London, we did the usual - passport control, collected baggage, said goodbye to the Rackers, and headed to a pod, from whence we found the car and drove home.
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