Two years ago I went skiing for the first time. I enjoyed it. Apart from when I was skiing, which I loathed. I liked the sitting in outdoor Jacuzzis and eating stuff covered in cheese. But the sliding down a snowy mountain on big curly sticks, in boots that squashed my feet so I was in constant pain? Not so much.
Recently some Austrians challenged me to give it another go, saying they could help me enjoy it. I was sure they were mistaken. But I… Read the full story