I had skied before, but I decided to be 'cool' and try snowboarding. I've never been beaten up, but I imagine that is exactly what it feels like. I can only describe a day of falling over and having to try and get up with a plank attached to your feet as like being continually punched in the stomach for a day. The next day saw a return to skis and a much more comfortable life.
The place we were staying at was called Plan Peisey, in the French Alps. A delightful little spot in the shadow of Mont Blanc. Frankly my skiing wasn't as bad it perhaps should have been, even after those unfortunate wrong turns.
