Arriving at the Ski Shop I was in the ski shop like a chicken in an apparition train. A friend of mine, was remaining alongside me looking similarly troubled. Jam-pressed with ski equipment, one shoe on foot, the other shoe in my left hand and holding posts, skis, gloves and cap in the other hand. What’s more not cover up or hair of our ski teacher. Is it true that we are at the spot we ought to be? And afterwards all of sudden, a decently tanned man with a huge smile is remaining alongside us. Siennaoutdoorholiday.com