We arrived in Turin, Italy late last Sunday night; although we were skiing in France, this was actually the closest airport. Having travelled across the Alps in what can only be described as 'horror movie' fog, we arrived in the town of Briancon in the very early hours. It
was at this point we realised that we didn't know where the apartment we were staying in was, yes you have read correctly - WE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE WE WERE GOING! Now, this town was beautiful but hardly the party capital of the world; so at this time of night it was totally deserted. And so we did what most sensible people wouldn't do and drove around hoping to find our residence. After close to an hour, intelligence set in and we realised that this was perhaps not one of our better ideas; we stumbled upon a well known brand of hotel and the receptionist came to our aid by obtaining the address and directions from the internet. On arrival at the apartment block we let ourselves in with code provided by the proprietor; we then used the second code to get into the safe where the key to the abode was being left for us - to find NO KEY! So we made our way back to the aforementioned hotel and much to the amusement of the person on reception booked ourselves some rooms. It was, ooh let's see, about 5:30am by the time we got to bed; and so began my first skiing holiday...
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