Travel

The red run

It feels as though there is some level of agreement between people on the difference between skiing and snowboarding. That is; skiing is easy to begin, but difficult to get good at, while snowboarding is difficult to get the hang of initially, but progression comes more quickly after the initial challenge. Skiing, due to this opinion, often lulls you into a false sense of ability, which seems to be what came over me, when I thought it was a wise idea to explore the red run.

In terms of my past skiing experience, the field is pretty empty; a couple of trips to the artificial slope at the ‘snow dome’, and a week long school trip to Colorado back in 2010 where I was in the beginners group. I remember skiing a red run then, but only on one occasion, at the end of a whole week of build up. 7 years later, and no additional skiing experience, I would certainly be categorised under-qualified for the task of skiing down a red after only a couple of hours of getting back into the sport.

This story takes place in Oslo Vinterpark. I would not be exaggerating by saying that everyone there was great at skiing. Children, older people, locals, tourists, people hiring equipment… I felt like they were all better than me. I didn’t feel threatened, as I had come for fun, but I did feel a tone of intimidation when trying to take time on the slope, and others come wizzing past you left right and centre.

oslovinterpark

Oslo Vinterpark, or Tryvann Ski Resort was unusual because of its size. As a city-based ski resort it was not filled with options of different runs, it was there for days out, instead of lengthy stays. As you can see from the map, there was only one apparent main green, many intertwining blues and reds in the same area, and one huge long black, which I would be going no where near. When we arrived at the ski park, attempting to relate the map to what was really in front of us was like trying to teach a frog latin, we simply could not understand which runs were which. The choices of slopes to ski down essentially boiled down to two options, what we thought must be the green (though it was the steepness of a normal blue) and another path, with a colour we were not quite sure of. Though it looked like it followed into the direction of the red, the map lead us to believe it must be a blue. We should have known then, that making this spontaneous decision to ski down the mystery slope was perhaps something we should have thought over a little more, as by this point we were aware that our understanding of this ski map was completely skew whiff.

We had seen the red run when we ascended the slopes on the ski lift. It was insanely steep. We had seen the brave skiiers that tackled this run, and the slalom next to it, and how brilliant they were at zipping down in record time, but with full control of their balance, direction and technique. A simple snow-plougher-attempting-parallel-skiing-sometimes wouldn’t be seen dead in a place like this. My skills were no match for the beast of a hill.

But there we stood, at the top of the mountain, deciding to follow the mystery path. It began with quite a sudden steep section, but after that the ground became flatter. It was then a gentle downward slope with little hills here and there and we began to think… wait, could this be the green run we have been looking for? It was the same slope level I remember from greens in Colorado; gentle, where you can parallel straight down without feeling like you’re losing control.

We enjoyed this relieving feeling skiing down, having a great time. The slope was narrow, packed in with tall snowy trees. After a few minuets however, the trees parted to reveal the true nature of the mystery slope, it was in fact the red run.

We approached with caution, and as we got closer more and more of what the slope had in for us was revealed. Ahead of us was the steepest, longest and scariest looking slope. It looked so much worse than it had on the ascent, and there it had looked terrifying. It would be an understatement to say those expert skiiers conquering the slope earlier made it look easy. Me and my friend both looked at the slope, looked at each-other with concern and had the same thought in our mind – there was no other option but to ski down.

I didn’t want to pause for too long before the challenge began, for fear of overthinking and working myself up. So we began the ascent. We took it slowly, in sections. As the expert of our amateurish duo, my friend went first. She then had the ability to warn me when the ground was icy, and could advise me on less steep routes to take. We were doing well, aside from feeling embarrassingly under-qualified for the slope, being miles behind the speed and skill of other skiiers, and throwing all technique practice out the window and snowploughing all the way.

Around 3/4 of the way down, we hit the most dramatic part of the slope, what at the time felt like a huge blizzard, but was in reality just a hearty dose of icy wind. It was a scary moment at the time however, due to it being coupled with icy ground. It was at this point I felt myself slipping down the mountain and made the executive decision to fall. Thats right I chose to, it was definitely not an accident. Getting up from a fall on a mountain in skiis is not an easy task, I’m sure anyone who has skiied is aware of this, even if you have since mastered the art. Yet, I finally managed to turn my skiis towards a part of the slope where I wouldn’t immediately start tumbling down and then wobble myself up to get ready to have my second attempt at the slope.

I managed it, I made it to the bottom with no injuries, little stress, but a lot relaxation. Even though I had originally said I would not be happy to do a red slope at the beginning of the day, and the act of skiing one happened completely by accident, as I flopped onto the floor after reaching the end I let out a sigh of relief. I challenged myself to do something out of my comfort zone and I was proud. Though I completed the slope in likely the most ungracious manner, including a little lie down mid way, I was impressed with myself. The worry of injury can often hold people back from taking on challenges like this, but the fear, followed by the euphoric feeling after conquering it, makes it such a valuable experience.

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Lifestyle

Living in Oslo

The members of my student house took part in a £5 secret santa last Christmas, and my secret santa surprised me with the most ridiculous gift, a one way ticket to Oslo. Not being one to pass up an opportunity, and being a lover of Norway, I promptly enlisted my friend and began to plan our trip.

Norway is an expensive place. Everything costs much more than it does in the UK. I didn’t exactly know why this was except for what I had briefly learned about Norway and Scandinavia in human Geography, that the standard of living is extremely high, and this is achieved by an expensive lifestyle with high taxes to fund reduction of crime, affordable healthcare, environmental protection and other things that contribute to a high quality of life. Norway is not part of the European Union, so is able to have a much more expensive system without being liable to keep prices similar to how countries that use the euro operate. Without being part of this group, prices for Norways consumers are also raised because of tariffs on imports, which need to be evened out at some point in the chain of buying and selling.

We stayed in the spare room of a flat within walking distance of the city centre of Oslo, with a host who taught us a lot about the lifestyle in Norways capital, and how it can be difficult to sustain, especially in terms of costs. Often for many young people, affording rent can be challenging, and home-ownership is out of the question.

Prices are so high because everything is taxed so much, especially alcohol and cigarettes, which, if this is a major part of your lifestyle your life will be much harder to afford. Our host described when she used to drink, and how this would simply not be a viable option for her now. We also learned that for any alcohol over 3.5%, consumers must be above the age of 20 to purchase. On the way to Norway we bought a bottle of vodka for £11 in duty free because I had heard that alcohol is so expensive, ranging on average from around £7 to £10 for a pint of beer. Our host told us that this bottle would have cost 3 times that amount in Oslo. The massive tax on alcohol was made even more evident in the airport on the way home to England. In the Norwegian duty free area bottles of vodka were substantially cheaper, quality bottles being as low as 109 NOK (around £10.50), which really revealed to me the extent to which items in Norway are taxed, especially alcohol.

The cost of living is generally defined by necessary purchases like food and drink, but a major part of a persons ability to live in a place is the cost of housing, which in Oslo, is huge, and apparently rising, making it unaffordable for many young people to base themselves in major cities in Scandinavia. Our host felt it necessary to rent out her spare room in order to cover her rent, as it was not easy for her to afford to live in such an expensive place, yet was one of the few options that accommodated for her needs.

The justification of all this cost is theoretically in the benefits citizens receive from the government, such as healthcare. I believed I had heard that healthcare in Scandinavia was based on a brilliant system, but hearing a first person perspective from our host opened our eyes to firstly, how the system is not even in terms of costs and benefits for most people and secondly, how important it is that our NHS continues, and how lucky we are to have access to free healthcare. The Norwegian healthcare system is theoretically ‘free’, yet when health issues are encountered, there is usually an initial payment necessary to be seen by a doctor, of around £100, before being allowed to enjoy free treatment for alignments. Other areas of healthcare have costs attached also, such as medicine payments.

Norway is still adapting away from a more communist style of living. Not too long ago, supermarkets were packed with one brand for each product, no choice, little allowance for unusual dietary requirements. Our host even told us that not too long ago there would only be a choice between 2 pizzas. Catering for diets such as gluten free has improved, and a much wider choice (including many imported goods) is evident, however we did notice when walking around the city there were not many options for places to eat, aside from the same chains appearing again and again, McDonalds, Expresso House and supermarket serving hot food, 7 Eleven.

The streets of Oslo are brilliantly safe. Walking home at night is hardly a worry for central dwellers, however our host told us she felt safer still when walking with her big dog, describing the experience as “it must be what it feels like to walk down the street as a man”. The biggest crimes in the city are thefts and robberies, however often this is small scale such as supermarket shoplifting, as opposed to more violent versions of these crimes, like mugging. Rape is also prevalent in Oslo, but more often as a private occurrence, at parties or within relationships, instead of on the streets.

Norway is a beautiful country, people are fit and outdoorsy, they are friendly, trusting and there is a real feeling of politeness, safety and respect evident when out in public areas. However, living there and accommodating lifestyles without a heavy extent of sacrifice seems unlikely, and for me, as a young person, I would not be able to consider affording to live in Oslo post-graduation.

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