So I decided to teach snowboarding in Korea this season. Korea, you say? Do they even have snow there? (Yes.) And decent resorts? (Certainly do, I’m at Phoenix Park.) Why on earth did you choose Korea?
When my friends come to me with their troubles I often give them the same advice: travel. Sick of your current situation? Move cities. Dog died? Take a road trip. Broke up with your boyfriend? Find a new one in Norway.
The Australian ski slopes are now officially closed for the year, but oh my, how the memories remain. Memories of 40 year olds freaking out on their first chairlift. Children straight-lining it down runs only to be stopped short by hitting a snow gun.
My snowboarding journey has only just begun but it hasn’t been easy. Early in the season I passed my Snowboard Level One exam and as the season rolled on there was talk of the Level Two exam. “I’m not doing it,” I told everyone who asked.
So after a couple of unpleasant experiences in one week (random allergic reaction and my mate falling asleep at the wheel one night) my dad surprised me with 2 nights in a hotel in Nagano to relax. (Champion!) So what did I do to relax? Climb a freaking mountain.