A little fall in Falls Creek

The story starts with 5 hour trip on a tour bus and ends with black and blue bruises all over my legs. Last weekend saw my sluts and I take a much needed break from uni and go on a trip to a beautiful little place called Falls Creek. After enduring 5 hours of miserable coach ride, we were greeted with lots of white fluffy snow. Falls Creek had it ALL!!! In all of my 22 years, I have never seen anything more beautiful. As I snowboarded down the "Drovers Run", I saw mountains after mountains capped with snow, trees dusted with sprinkles of white, clear blue sky and a massive running lake. Although I was a handicap on the snowboard, and had difficulty standing up when both of my feet were securely strapped inside the board, I decided still to brave my shortcomings and board down the mountain. Which I must admit was not a smart idea since I had to board down the mountain with only one foot in the board as I failed miserably to even budge when both of my feet were in the board. And so off I went tumbling down the mountain, splitting my legs and banging my head and ending up with bruises the size of Brazil in multiple places on my legs. Although in pain and agony, this trip was massively good. Being in the company of so many fun-loving friends and nights AND days of card playing as well as having gorgeously hot snowboard instructors to guide you was a real treat.
Thanks guys! Best trip ever!!!!!