After finishing off my season in Les Arc with Skiworld, I am now preparing to head off to the land of Dehli belly and nan bread breakfasts with my lovely girlfirend Laura. My time in Les Arc was a rather chaotic series of counciling sessions for chalet hosts and resort reps combined with my actual job of resort accountant and then when I managed to get some free time I'd popped out for a quick run through the fun park to scare myself so much that I forgot about the intense hardship that the chalet hosts and reps had to endure on a daily basis - talking to guests taking them ski guiding and many other hidious tasks.
Almost nothing has been planned for the trip except that we have booked flights to New Dehli for the middle of March and are keen to do some serious relaxing and then maybe once the relaxing has been fully maximised then perhaps do some of the touristy stuff like buy rugs woven by children who should be in school and almost certainly are getting paid in chick-pea flour.
Everyone I speak to is saying the same thing: that when you arrrive in Dehli we will experience the biggest culture shocks of our lifes. There is poverty on every corner, people sleeping on dusty curb sides and smells are so intense it is like sticking you nose inside a cows third stomach. Laura & myself will attempt to capture these sights and smells in this blog, so maybe one day Skiworld chalet hosts will realise that the hardship of changeover day isn't so bad after all..
All for now.
Joe XX
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