On the road-again on the road-again

To our next rendezvous. Collection from the airport at 6pm by our seasonal employer, who as part of our deal whisk us off into the mountains. A mere 3 odd hour journey up high into the French Alps. It was a weird feeling stood within an airport as gradually complete strangers came up and introduced themselves, fellow seasonaire staff turning up on flights from various hub airports spanning a variety of countries. With some having, like us, spent time seeing what Geneva had to offer instead of flying in directly from an another airport this exact day.

For various reasons we didn't start our journey until 9pm, 3 hours off our original plan. It was dark, foggy and pretty cold as we filtered out of the arrivals lounge for the second time within a week. The common feel being everyone was pretty tired but never the less pretty excited of what was to come.

The journey up was pretty non-eventful, black as your hat, so no real view, whilst within the van the notion was to grab some sleep.

You know on a transfer when you're getting near your resort because the road tunnels get shorter, the hairpin bends get tighter and the mountain based bars become busier. We eventually make our digs just after midnight, and after a swift beef bourguignon, a few cheeky 33 Exports and a moment to get to know our new fellow colleagues we roll into bed at 1.15am. Ski transfers. Never easy-going.