BORED OF THE PISTE?
Yes. Ice Diving. Like a scene from Mission Impossible, or one of the 1980’s James Bond films, you are thrust under thick ice on a frozen lake where you explore the extraordinary hidden world underneath. Unlike Bond you’ll be submerged wearing appropriate gear, with a kind expert and no chance of a fight-to-the-death baddy hellbent on stealing your oxygen mask. But still … it runs pretty high on the adrenaline scale, especially if there’s no post-dive sauna.
SLEDGING - FRENCH STYLE
Traditional sledging involved walking up a small hill, sledging down. Walking up a small hill. Sledging down. Then Stopping to have a cup of tea. French sledging is not quite the same. It involves taking the last cable car to top of very big mountain, having a vodka caramel shot. Waiting until all the are pistes closed. Descending said mountain, at dusk, possibly pitch darkness, in large pack of kamikaze sledgers, accompanied by an experienced French ‘Sledge Guide’ with a laisser faire attitude to safety. Sledging: No longer the safe choice.
I know. Santa makes this look easy. But if you choose to be the driver of your own sled, then skill is required to master a pack of wolves. In the Alps you do have options:
In the summer you can be dragged around behind a husky while balancing on a giant skateboard.
In winter the same husky will drag you around, this time with his mates, at high speed, with no desire to listen to your instructions.
Go on! Try and master your own pack…
It looks so peaceful. It is so peaceful. Thousands of feet above the ground, mountain peaks as far as your eye can see, attached to an attractive French paragliding instructor. But it does also involve you running at high speed, on snow, while attached to another human, until your feet are literally dragged off the ground, probably mere seconds before you run off a cliff. And that’s not to mention the possible mid-air 360s and a landing that is so terrifyingly wind-dependent you may beg to stay airborne.