Another winter holiday getaway attempt.
Trysil is somewhat far from Estonia, but than again almost everything is. Youd’d have to take a overnight ferry to Sweden and then drive, drive and drive some more. We drove for about 10 hours. The biggest problem about these long hours in the bus is probably the other people in the bus. I tend to get easily irritated – like when someone is attempting to play ukulele or a 8 year old girl is given a very irritating whistle. But that’s my problem. Another thing that I found weird was how vain prople are. It’s a tradition of the group to get to know each other during these rides. Everybody comes to the front of the bus and briefly introduces him or herself. Nothing fancy, like diving 200 meters underwater with just one breath, just how one got to know the group and something about hobbies and so on. And people are able to make such a fuzz about it and badmouth themselves. It was like “i’m too ordinary” and “i’ve done nothing special” and “actually i’m a very pointless person”. WTF?! I don’t want to know what someone thinks of him/herself. I’m perfectly capable of judging you myself and if you really are a pointless human being without an excuse for excisting then i’ll find it out. Don’t talk bad about and pity yourself – I don’t wanna hear it! It doesn’t make me feel better about myself when I hear something bad about you.
Other thing that makes me dislike groups of mixed people is when you put them into smaller groups or teams or houses it produces friction. Maybe it was because our accomodation was a distance away that we didn’t interact so much. But that was only like 2 minutes of walking. Maybe it was that people were tired after a long day on the slopes. And maybe it was just because we weren’t forced to communicate. At ski lessons group “leader” did most of the talking and other people just seemed to create random, occasionalt groups based on who met who at some particular moment at the elevator line or “värmestuga”. I personally didn’t care about forming relations at this trip, but it disturbed me strongly to see how people take sides based on those “alliances” made and behaved just awfully to each other. I heard quite a lot pickering about the “other” house that wasn’t that nice to hear, but it was topped by the most silly case of them all. In the morning of the last day when we were getting our things into the bus and people were choosing their seats for the remaining long bus trip. Somehow it is that people tend to choose the exact same spot they had when coming. They think of it as “their seat” or ” their territory that they have marked by compressing the seat cushion with their ass for several hours and that others should act accordingly. So when some people changed seats it was treated like a hostile gang invading their turf and stealing their hoe’s. No real blood was shed, but again poisonous remarks were dropped and I’m willing to bet that there was some behind the back bitch-slapping going on. And there was like 10 free seats at the bus and almost none of those better than the others.
And while we were driving back we watched a recent theatre/reallife political piece and there was and interview (maybe staged), that carried a very important thought for me. A Russian youth, speaking excellent Estonian, was asked if he could change something about Estonians, what would it be. And he replied that he would change the way Estonians talk about other Estonians, explaining that he has never heard anyone talk so badly about Estonians than other Estonians. That is a very interesting point.
And I’m seriously rethinking of the possibility of attending theses group trips ever again. Just too many things that I wasn’t satisfied with.
So about Trysil.
I found the place to be mediocre at that time with half the slopes and elevators closed. Not much snow and quite icy. I won’t even talk about the prices in Norway. I managed to almost deepfreeze one of my big toes on day too. Really awful – just like a hard lump of something and still not feeling right. I think my carving improved a bit and I managed to get plenty of good runs on different slopes. I also sneaked down some black slopes that aren’t actually that bad when not covered in ice. The equipment wasn’t that good, especially boots ’cause again they didn’t fit me very good and that caused a lot of unnecessary stress on me feet. I really feel that if I want to enjoy skiing I have to invest in boots of my own.And five days seemed to be a bit too long this time, but it might just be all the small things adding up. I think that I’ll have to come up with something more varied next time.