Day 2 in Torino

6 ppl shared 2 toilets in the Torino apt at 4.30am.
By the time, we stumbled out of the house to make our way to the busstop..
we are late again.. ha.. what a bad habit.
Cutting the story short, the bus to the skiing place in France left without us.
Stranded in front of Porta Nuova, Cindy was negotiated with the bus driver to wait
for us but to no valid. When many ppl face a situation, the burden is always divided.
We didn't feel too helpless at all but took the problem light-heartedly and thought
of a solution. We headed into the train station and asked for directions to a skiing
place in Torino instead.
Some scenery on the 1 hr train ride.
So BARDONECCHIA (in Torino) became our skiing holiday destination instead.


All 6 girls were relieved that we can put the heavy ski and ski boots to use,
though not in France but. .still. .we are contented .. very contented.


A fulfilling for 6 famished souls with heavy ski equipments.
Filled our stomach to a bursting extent before heading for the ski mountain!
Last picture shows sixiu as a ski rack as i went to check for a ristorante to eat.


Finally we reached the ski place!!! what a relief!



Taking a travellator up the ski slope..



Our coolest pose.. tried our best.. ha..



A newly invented way of skiing down the slope..


Overall, it was thorough fun. Words can't justify the whole experience.
Conquering the fear at the beginning when we first look down,
Marvelling at how freely the children around us are skiing,
Falling down during the first few tries,
Picking the loose pieces of the ski equipment up after the fall,
Refusing to give up and go back up slope for another chance,
Skiing down the slope without falling for the first time.
Overcoming all the obstacles throughout the day.

This is indeed an experience not to be forgotten.
It definitely has a certain place in our fond memories section of our brain.
Good times always fly pass and it is time to bid goodbye to the snowy white mountains.

Sixiu's glove stained hands.. ha


the man who keep helping us open the turnstiles to go up the ski slope.
Us frantically trying to pack our stuff so that we don't miss the last bus down to
the station.


GOODBYEe....