Calming myself down before the biggest stunt of my life 😀
Today is the mark of the beginning of month THREE in Dubai and I absolutely love it here! My friends back home are worried that I might not return…
I have had an excuse everytime someone mentions something about SkiDubai, but only because I didn’t want to spend too much in the beginning months here. And I knew SkiDubai is not going away!
But paging through my Entertainer Vouchers Book that HSBC gave me upon joining, I found a two for one SkiDubai offer.
I think after getting our second salaries, the finances seemed more stable too.
So Jana and I got ourselves excited for skiing! Her younger cousin (19) had some experience and would join us.
I have never been snowboarding or skiing before, and for some reason snowboarding sounded like an amazing idea. Maybe because I used to skateboard with my younger brother when I was a teenager (I was such a tomboy). And maybe because I learnt to surf and snowboarding sort of uses the same techniques? No it doesn’t.
Either way, we freaked out and decided to go on a Wednesday after work and stay until 11pm closing time. It was still busy but I think the weekend might have been crazy.
I was going crazy with excitement, Jana seemed cool and her cousin just laughed at us. We got the gear from them, only needed our own gloves and if you want, a beanie. I made sure to pack some tissues for the runny noses. I would make such a good mom!
I hadn’t really listened when Jana told me she has done this before. I was the only newbie, and refused to go for lessons. There is a beginners/discovery course for an hour and a half. That sounded excruciating and sounded like NO FUN at all. A few friends told me before the time that I have to do the lessons, there is no way I can just go in and be a pro. Whatever. Pro’s don’t need practice.
It only hit me when we were on the 4seater cable lift right to the very top of the 85m mountain slope that I had no idea how to snowboard. I had the snowboard strapped to my feet and it felt like a block of cement and I was about to get pushed into the ocean. Fureaked out.
Anyway the cousin said we will get off the seat and try to keep your balance as you slide down onto the top of the slope. I made it perfectly fine! See I am a pro! Bumped into the wall though but didn’t fall. Jana bumped into the wall too and then fell over haha. She chose to ski, and shame it looked so difficult to get up, using those two thin poles to help you up. Her cousin Riaan couldn’t stop laughing. He had his GoPro strapped to his helmet (we didn’t bring helmets?!!!) and was filming all of this.
But then I saw how extremely steep the slope was and realised I had no idea how to stop or turn?
Riaan tried to explain but it all just sounded like theory and he was speaking too fast for my panicking brain to even take anything in.
I sat down on my bum in the snow. How was I going to do this!!
I decided I would just go for it and fall into the snow. That’s the only way. So I started and fell backwards, maybe four times. My hands had started to hurt already, and Riaan was laughing but he was patient and tried to explain a few things.
Jana just went for it. Ski’d down like someone who has done this before! Unfair.
Until she fell at the landing. Haha. This became the routine, watch someone go, and then laugh at them fall at the landing.
I got brave and went for it. I fell so damn hard on my back that I bounced. I was out of breath.
I kept going really fast, noticing that I am heading for the fence and then fall. I fell so hard, so many times, fell on my face, on my stomach, on my back, on my sides, flipped over and the snow is not soft! It is like hard ice really.
Except for all the pain, the snowboarding was amazing, and once you get it right, it is so exciting. And we laughed so much that my stomach hurt.
I think the funniest was when Jana did a complete forward summersault (by accident) and her one ski went flying. I so badly wish I caught this on video. The GoPro’s memory was full by then.
Even after getting home I couldn’t stop laughing at this specific incident.
I wish I had gone for lessons.
I could only take the lift up three times until I could no longer see this as fun, I was shaking from the shock of the injuries (and I wasn’t cold) I had snow down my pants and my gloves were soaked and frozen.
My knees and palms felt bruised and I was just over it.
Couldn’t find the others so I just left to get dressed and lick my wounds.
It was such a cool experience, and I can imagine that if you are confident it would be so much fun.
The next morning I woke up with extremely sore muscles all over and bruised knees and hands and a big black bruise on my bum. NOT FUN. And I still had to go to work.
Haha I had to take one of the sample boxes to the back – it was a big cardboard box with a few small items inside, very, very light, but I could hardly pick the box up and was struggling when one of the guys came to help me. I could not explain why I was struggling with a box that hardly weighed anything! How embarrassing! I then realised why my arms were so sore, it was from picking myself up every time I fell down, and from buffering the impact of the fall.
The next day I had intense rib pain which lasted a whole day, my paranoia convinced me I had a bruised rib, but in the end I figured it was only a muscle.
Then yesterday I woke up with shoulder pain, and the pain was so bad I could not lift my arm. So after spending the day with my friend’s mother and worrying about the pain that even painkillers couldn’t still, she took me to the hospital for X-rays. She dropped me off so I was alone for the evening and felt a little deserted and sad. Wished anyone was with me.
The doctor cheered me up and made a joke about my crying. The X-rays came back normal, so he told me it is just a bad muscle injury in my shoulder. I would see a pediator and a physio after two weeks of taking painkillers and anti-inflammatories and wearing a sling.
I have been to work today, didn’t wear the sling because I hate the colour.
It is the colour of grandma’s panties. How can I wear that if it reminds me of ouma panties? They had no other colour… so I am still contemplating maybe wearing it tomorrow and covering it with a pashmina. I also don’t want people to know about my arm… I feel like such a wimp. But it hurts so much, I had to go home after half a day because I could not draw with my left hand. I am right handed and it is the right shoulder that I hurt.
At the hospital I had to sign my name with my leftie and the lady next to me was laughing at how pathetic I was. At first I laughed but then I started crying again. Felt so sorry for myself. I didn’t mean to make her feel bad about laughing but I was just so over tired and in pain and lonely. She rubbed my back and said she was sorry. I laughed and cried at the same time and then took the train home. People give their seats away quickly when they see you are injured! Still not gonna convince me to wear that sling…
Anyways I am home now, made some amazing mushroom soup from my new recipe book, and I have a skype date.
I made the soup with one hand and then took a long nap.
Let’s see how work goes tomorrow.
Lesson of the month: TAKE SKI LESSONS if you are new.
I will definitely be going again, and just need to recover, then I will take the long boring lessons.
I am brave like that. Or I’m just a sucker for punishment.
Something else fun over the weekend: We went to Hard Rock Café with a few friends and I loved it so much!
I was with two other couples. I love my friends but it is difficult when I only see couples and love and I am the only single lady to come to Dubai with no husband… Dubai is so romantic, so beautiful, and I think it would be really special to have someone special to share this with!
Then the next evening I had a wine evening with the two “single” girls, the one girl’s boyfriend lives in Germany. We had so much fun and later went out to the most beautiful restaurant ever. It is a Lebanese restaurant in Madinat Jumeirah called “Times of Arabia” and it overlooks the water and it has a lot of lanterns and carpets for décor. My friend had a shisha and we had some hummus and flatbreads and olives. And we had some cocktails.
Oooh I went to a new church on Friday, Well of Life and I loved it so much. They will definitely see more of me.
That’s it, the typing is making my shoulder hurt so I will say goodnight beautiful Dubai.