Arriving

It all started on a cold december morning and Im pretty certain the journey started at about 4am. Having worked the night before and tipsily made my way home at about 2 I was feeling a bit ropey for the journey, and having to go to Luton, instead of Gatwick like most people, was majorly unwelcome! We all managed to get to Geneva ok and all the Mark Warner staff for all the hotels were there and we went our separate ways to our resort's coach. We had the pleasure of being welcomed by our head ski host, nicknamed 'Chubby', a san lu quit-ee who had scarpered even before I got to Corsica, and the 3 hour journey was in full swing. We got to the hotel and it was snowing white cats and dogs!