I Spent The First Days Of My Ski Season Dressed Like A Cow
I Spent The First Days Of My Ski Season Dressed Like A Cow
“Myself and three of my closest friends decided to say goodbye to the same old faces and predictable nights out in our small home town, and saved up to work a season in the mountains.
We had heard all these awesome stories about skiers hitting the slopes in fancy dress outfits, so we all bought the funniest onesies we could find. I opted for a cow suit, one of my friends went for a dinosaur and the other chose Sonic the Hedgehog.
The day finally arrived and we loaded our cases into the back of my dad’s van and headed to the airport. But when we arrived at the check-in desk there was a problem.
I was anxious, miserable and, to avoid being cold and too smelly, dressed as a cow
My bag was too heavy and the price to increase the limit was £80. ‘Think of all the drinks I could buy with that!’ I thought, so managed to squeeze the cow suit into my hand luggage, headed through security and finally boarded the plane.
Waiting at baggage claim at Geneva airport, one friend’s bag arrived safely off the carousel, then another. My heart was starting to beat a little faster than usual when, 45 minutes later, there was still no sign of mine. The worst had happened – my bag had gone to Zurich instead.
Which is why, for the first two days of my ski season, I was anxious, miserable and, to avoid being cold and too smelly, dressed as a cow. My friends have never let me forget it.
Thankfully, everything was fine two days later. I got my stuff and had the very best three months of my life. I would recommend it to anyone.
Maybe not the cow suit bit though.”
James, Ormskirk