snowboarding is ecstasy

Back from the majorly long hiatus, the winter break's been great!

goddamn it not another freaking long backlog... Will get to that later. But first...
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Yet another first for me: snowboarding

venue: Mount Baw Baw

I know, I'm a lily-livered poofter, and I'd rather break my fall way before the slope's done than to crash into the rocks or what not.

But it was great fun.

Woke up at 6am, having just enough time to take a bath and make some sandwiches as emergency rations. When Ben dropped by, and heard that we had to be at the Binishell @ 745am instead of 845am, he said those famous words: "Oh shit, I'm so fucked." and ran back.

Who cares, we made it!

The drive to Mt Baw Baw was alright I guess, it was exciting to see snow. Thankful that the winding path didn't cause any or much motion sickness.

When we first arrived at the place where we were to rent the equipment, I originally wanted to go skiing. Then the guys who were getting the boots told me there weren't any boots in my size (I wear a size 2, believe it or not) and you can bet I was damned disappointed. Going back and forth from the boots counter I'm sure they'd recognize me when I walked back. The gist of saying this is that I found out there were no more size 2, size 3 and size 4 ski boots, size 5 ski boots are too big and size 1 ski boots are too small. I was really going to give up skiing altogether, but I guess I have to thank nick for persuading me into snowboarding instead.

Apology for the lack of photos; We were too busy chasing the slopes.

Early on while we were getting adjusted to using the snowboards, Gee had a epileptic fit. The lot of us, lost and in temporary panic, really didn't know what to do. So thank goodness for the random skiier who came along and helped out. Sucks to get KOed so early on, but in this case it was really and unfortunate unexpected event.

That aside, I knew I definitely fell on my butt more than I actually snowboarded, but I loved it all the same. The burning feeling in your arms as you carry (or drag) the snowboard up the hill, the suffocating feeling in your legs with each step you take, the snow freezing your ass off and wetting your jeans so much there's not much point in wearing them apart from saving your ass from frostbite... This is definitely something to remember.

However, the times where I DID get to stay on board and fly down the hill was fun! It's as exhilarating as riding a roller coaster, and I definitely remember telling myself to "Don't be stupid, just do it! You won't regret it!"

And I was right.

Then again, I realize if I were abit more convincing to myself with that argument I might have made it down the beginner's slope.

The feeling when you finally remove your boots and get into your regular fit shoes is like heaven... you can actually feel your toes again! I sweated right through my socks, and that's not a pretty sight (or smell, for that matter) to behold. Even now my feel still feel as though they were wearing the snow boots.

I DEFINITELY want to go snowboarding again, and I can't help but feel ti would really love it.