View from the top
Never mind, I can handle the groomed slopes, no matter how steep.
My only real concern is the lack of people. Everywhere else was busy but only about 15 are aboard here.
As we ascend voices beside are conversing in English, that blessed language. It's so good to hear but I don't join in as we move into the clouds and I am gob smacked by the immensity of the cliffs beside me, only metres away.
When we alight I say something to Hamish, whose name I've eavesdropped. He says in reply, "Fancy a bit of off piste eh?"
I look at the only two escape routes and realise no grooming machine would ever make it up here; there'll be no piste for me. Oh sheeeit, it's steep. I've done enough skiing to know I could get down. I've also done enough to know it would be misery all the way. Amen to that. If you blow this up you may get some idea of the scale of this place. There are miniscule dots at lower centre. They are actually people.