24/03/2014 | by duthie
We’ve all been there, you come round the corner at the end of a run, already dreaming of the next, only to plow headlong into what can only be described as a mini-Glastonbury festival congregated around the lift. Except no one is having fun.
You then spend 30 minutes queuing and having your board eroded away by whole ski school careering into the back of you, only when you finally get on the damn lift it has to stop every ten meters to teach every other John Doe how to get on and off.
Infuriating right? But here’s the secret; it doesn’t have to be this way! Here’s how to make sure that this isn’t your next holiday.