IT 'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE
I only went to Val Thorens in the French Alps to experience the legendary après-ski, so after an unsuccessful first day of ski lessons I stomped off the slopes vowing never to try again. Much to my dismay though, I learned that the Holy Grail of bars, La Folie Douce, was located in a chalet on a ski slope at 2,500 metres, accessible via a one-way chair-lift going up. The descent had to be done on skis. My skiing skills hadn’t improved much by the next day – but I headed up the mountain nonetheless. The party, set among the snow-capped peaks of the Alps, was incredible – but when the bar closed at dusk, my route home essentially consisted of me tumbling most of the way down the rapidly icing slope, then being (literally) tandem-skied the remainder of the way by my six-foot-three friend wearing a bright-yellow ski-suit.