But it was great to stand on skies again. For the first time outside Europe, for the first time in August. Cerro Castor is a medium sized ski area, some 30kms outside Ushuaia. The snow wasn´t very good, very icy slopes therefore, but soon I got used to them and was throwing myself down the hills. It was a sunny morning, just some clouds, with only the wind spoiling it a bit. Nearly all runs were open, apart from 2 that were being used for training, from the chairlift I saw the Italian team. At lunch I noticed that also the Swiss and Slovenian team are here.
After lunch it started snowing for a bit, not enough to actually enjoy the extra snow on the slopes, yet enough to notice it on your face when you´re speeding down the hill (is there another way?) or sitting in the lift. By two in the afternoon I had suffered enough. I needed to sit on my hands in the lift to get them warm again, the sight was getting worse going down, given that I didn´t even have sunglasses to protect my eyes, so I decided to go for the last run all the way down.
I made a good decision, by the time I handed in my equipment I looked up the hill and couldn´t even see the top anymore. It had started to snow properly. On the way back I saw a completely different landscape then this morning. Completely white road, the whole world was white. Even Ushuaia had changed when I got back, it was weird to see. Only yesterday I used the term "end of winter", today we´re back in the middle of it. But I´m very happy that I did ski, something I hadn´t planned at all when leaving home a fortnight ago.