Right. Well.

This week has been spectacular. Odd. Scary. HilariousPainful. Amazing.

Drove to Brighton on Saturday morning with no problems.

Woke up at 4 on Sunday to find that the flight to Salzburg was cancelled.

Luckily, there was an alternate flight to Innsbruck an hour later.

We took that flight, no problems. Got the train to Zell am See, no problems.

Picked up our skis and ski-passes. Went for a drink. Ate apple strudell. Went to sleep.

Next day. Skied all day. Covered the mountain and skied my first ever black run! Ate more apple strudel and drank more beer.

Rince and repeat. (Skied almost all the black runs on the mountain!)

Wednesday was brilliant. Skied everything, including the biggest black run, the "Mojo Maker" (my Dad's words).

Everything was going skiingly until in my over confident madness, decided skiing at 45mph on a run I'd never been on, was a good idea.

I was wrong.

Crashed out, hit my head and bruised my ribs. Totally blew my confidence.

I actually thought I was dead at one point I landed that hard. I just though, crap, that was stupid and this is it.

Was in shock for the rest of the night. Drank a lot. Beer and Jagermeister mostly. And whiskey. And Gluwein.

Not drunk.

Next day. Went to Kaprun, a ski resort in the next valley. A glacier. Ok, fair enough, it offers all year round skiing. But its boring and flat.

Not that that affected me. My confidence was gone. Too scared.


Friday, my last day. I was determined to make the most of it and after a bit of a mental beating, got my confidence back and skied the whole mountain again.

Ended the day/week of skiing with a black run and a gluwein at the Ginhouse bar. Brilliant.

The plan for the night was to shower, pack everything, go to the Irish bar, Kuppferkessel restaurant for spare ribs, then bar hop until we got tired.

So. I showered. Packed everthing. THEN...

Lifted the suitcase off the bed. Stepped round it to leave the room. BANG.

I hit the deck like a sack of potatoes, clutching my knee.

This would have been a normal occurrence 2 years ago for me. I've always had dodgy knees.

But for some reason, instead of just buckling on me like it used to do.

My knee thought it would be a good idea to dislocate itself.

Yep. Dislocate.

My dad and his friend shout from the kitchen, asking if Im ok.

No.

I spent the next 10 minutes yelling, holding my kneecap (floating somewhere else).

My dad's friend ran to the police station and got an ambulance.

About a minute before the paramedics arrived my knee cap randomly decided to go back to where it belonged.

It totally stopped hurting.

Still. I got stretched down the stairs (poor paramedics) and took to hospital.

I was X-rayed and checked over and then sent back home.

All in about 30 minutes.

I got dropped off at the restaurant 'Kuppferkessel' and the plan continued.

Everything from then went fine.

Airport (had to take my jeans off as security wouldnt believe that my leg brace wasnt dangerous). Flight and then drove back to the North East.

Ta daaaa!

Bizzare.

So yeah. I have a dislocated knee and thoroughly enjoyed skiing.

Now for the bad news.

I forgot my camera!

And!

I lost my camera phone.

So I have nothing. Zilch.

Sorry folks.

Missed DA!

I have a huge backlog of deviations and fav's.

Ill get though them at some point.

Im back to college tomorrow!

How's everyone else been?

xxx

Thankyou x
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