After 12 hours of travelling, 3 train rides and one coach ride, I have finally arrived at my resort and i am knackered, my journey, during which I fell over at most of my various destinations at least 5 times including once down the stairs due to bag overload has finally passed..
luckily the coach was made so much better by a gorgeous ski instructor i met - and in my tired state failed to make any seance to in french - which he seemed to find hilarious, still landed a number and hopefully some free off piste skiing guiding or at least beginners snowboarding lessons :P.
St Lary is a stunning little village cuddled up to the bottom of a big white mountain in the pyrenees with sparkly streets full of bustling bars and the smell of freshly cooked pastries. There seems to be an abundance of huge golden retrievers loping around in the snow and diving head first into it - they are the St. Lary mascot though so that sorts that, not to mention a bear sanctuary located in the middle surrounded by spas and ski shops.
i wont be hitting the bars tonight as i have a long day of exploring to do tomorrow as prep for a weekends work not to mention my apartment is way too warm and comfortable, i’m sharing it with one of the receptionists of the residence i’m in, so nice.
right beddy bye byes. cant wait to upload these photos!
night night F X