After returning home and saying goodbye to everyone, I went backpacking with a friend from school which was also an amazing experience but I still missed Red Mountain. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do next; I had planned to go to Uni but after my gap year I really wanted to go back to Canada to do another season. So I decided to defer my entry again and started looking at visas and job applications. Eventually however I decided it would be best to go to Uni first and give myself a backup plan in case ski instructing on a permanent basis wasn’t the thing for me. I have absolutely no regrets in making this decision and I think it was the right thing to do at the right time. I am however very determined to do another season after graduating and try out ski instructing as a career.

In September a big group of us all travelled down to NONSTOCK, which was a great chance to see everyone again and to meet people who had done the same courses in other resorts. The weekend was a great success and we’re already planning on the next trip. It was great to hear what everyone had been doing over summer and also discussing plans for the next season.

In this time I had discovered that there are a number of UK tour operators who are more than happy to employ ski instructors on a temporary basis especially during university and school holidays. In January of this year, me and Dan (a friend who was on the NONSTOP course at the same time as me) worked for a company called Interski in Courmayeur, Italy. The process for signing up was really straight forward; filling out a simple form on their website and then sending and replying to a couple of emails. The set up at Interski was really good; transport, accommodation and food was all included in the package and we were paid at the end as well!

I was really nervous at the beginning of the week, worried that I would forget everything that I had learnt in Red and that the kids I was teaching would realise that I wasn’t the amazing ski instructor I was supposed to be. But when you get into it you soon realise that the kids hang on your every word and trusting you to take them around the mountain. The thing I also forgot was that kids learn best from just skiing, you can stand around and tell them all the technique you want but at the end of the day the best way for them to learn is by doing.

I got to know all the other instructors really well in Courmayeur and will definitely be doing it again. Even though it’s a job you feel like you’re on holiday – ski instructing has to be the best job in the world. With companies like this, I plan to combine doing a few weeks ski instructing a year alongside my degree and then at the end have enough experience to land a really good instructor job back out in Canada.

I had an amazing time with NONSTOP on the 11-week course and would strongly recommend everyone to do it! It has given me great opportunities to continue instructing and has led to me meeting some incredible people. I have to say a huge thanks to my instructors Aladar and Jon who taught me loads and to all the guys who help run the course in Red. I’d go back today if I could!

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I had just finished my A-Levels and had loads of aspirations for an amazing gap year, I’d been looking forward to this year for the whole of my teenage life but when I was suddenly faced with the reality of it I actually had no idea what I was going to do. I knew I needed to save some money to go away so I’d started working doing tedious jobs in catering and bar work at exhibition centres in London. By the time I’d saved any decent money it was November and already a quarter of the way through my year – I had nothing planned. I was pretty unhappy in my job to say the least, working long hours and for not very much pay. It was when I was skiving off work at the Ski and Snowboard show looking at all the exhibits that I stumbled across NONSTOP, and suddenly it hit me. I’d always loved skiing but had ruled out doing a season because I didn’t want to be working in a chalet with equally bad hours and similar pay to what I was getting at home, but NONSTOP seemed to offer something different.

I got home that night and sent off an email straightaway, to my surprise I got an instantaneous reply and before I knew it I had booked my course within a couple of weeks and would be heading out to Red Mountain in January. Red had not jumped out at me as the obvious choice, it was by no means the most popular destination, and I don’t think I’d even heard of it before NONSTOP. Because I was so late to book, I didn’t have much choice but the guys at NONSTOP raved about it, and I’m glad they did – the choice to go there was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me.

We flew out to Red on the 19^th of January; I’d had a bit of contact with other guys on the course through facebook and the majority of us all met at Heathrow before the flight. After a long day of flying and coach transfers we finally arrived in Rossland. It was fairly late in the evening and snow was falling, suddenly my dream gap year was beginning.  I learnt who my housemates would be for the season and all of us being jet-lagged and excited we were up till about 7 in the morning. After all the introductory stuff and a few days to settle into life in Rossland and getting our ski legs fully prepared we began lessons.

Our house was great, it was strange for me living in my own house considering I had just finished school and was still living at home but once I’d settled in I loved it. We had a hot tub, pool and table tennis tables and proper wood burning fires that we got going religiously after a long day on the slopes.  Rossland is a really cool town, the kind of place where you get to recognise everyone’s face and everyone is super friendly. I’ve never had a 20 minute conservation in a supermarket about ski equipment but I did here! Although we had our own bus service up to the hill it was so easy just to hitch a ride up with one of Rossland’s friendly citizens. We had hearty meals in downtown Rossland, drinks in the ‘Shovel’ pub and après-ski at ‘Rafters’. Although it’s not the biggest party town we soon found the best spots to go and heaps of people threw house parties through the season.  Our course host Stacey was amazing, she seemed to be everywhere in Rossland at once. From picking us up in the mornings to chatting to us at dinner to flying past us on the hill, I don’t think the experience would have been the same without her and a lot of us are still in contact.

The terrain at Red is unreal; quite daunting at first but once you get used to it and taught how to ski properly, it is amazing! Steep and deep and on powder days there is no place on this planet that I would rather be. I was also amazed at how good our instructors were, I’d had lessons when I was younger and felt I’d always learnt quickly but these guys were unreal. The stuff we learned in such a short space of time and the things they picked up on in our techniques was astonishing. Everyone was skiing like pro’s by the middle of the course, let alone the end.  We skied “NONSTOP” quite literally, at every spare minute we would either be on the hill skiing or down in Rossland talking about it. I loved every single minute of my time in Red and ended up leaving with my CSIA level 2 and friends that I will keep for life.  I got on with everyone on the course, I was one of the youngest at 18 and the oldest was in their mid-40s, we had people from Australia, Japan and even Latvia as well as loads from the UK. My 11 weeks in Red were the best time of my life and it was really sad to leave. 

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It’s a rare thing when you experience a trip abroad where the reality of it matches the advert, especially when it’s something as huge as a whole season abroad where it feels as if there is the potential for too many things to go hideously wrong. So you can imagine my surprise when my year in Canada panned out perfectly, except perhaps for the odd morning spent with my head in the toilet, for which I should probably assume responsibly.

A productive ‘Google’ session:

I stumbled upon NONSTOP through one of those strangely interesting Google search sessions. The type of search that enhances your general knowledge of irrelevant facts, may assist your winning with a Christmas game of Trivial Pursuit, but generally is of no real relevance. I must admit that I was a little lost at the time. After 14 years of compulsory classroom sitting, I didn’t feel inclined to throw myself straight onto the university band wagon – and yet if I were to take a year out, it wouldn’t be to substitute science videos with Eastenders and gym class with my hourly stroll to the fridge. I thought that a season of skiing would be grand, if not a little ambitious, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to browse some instructor courses anyway. I didn’t think for a second that I would discover a company who would make this hair-brain scheme of mine so accessible!

I can’t tell you what a weight off my mind it was to hop onto Air Canada’s Heathrow to Calgary flight, knowing that my season’s accommodation was waiting for me (fun, like-minded house-mates included), 3 weeks of top-notch instruction (plenty of fun as well) and a full time instructing job to walk into afterwards! I thought that planning necessary details of the next six months of my life from the opposite side of the Atlantic would have been a mammoth task, and it would have been without the assistance and contacts that NONSTOP provided; and so on this very rare occasion my year turned out exactly as I’d dreamed it.

Three week instructor course:

I feel slightly horrified as I nosily peep around at my other NONSTOPers. A lifetime of Spring time ski trips in Europe has clearly had it’s effect. I stand wearing sunglasses with a neat little ponytail trailing down my back (hatless, of course) and begin to understand why, in minus15, the others seemed to think that hats and goggles were the way to go. I must look as if I’d just walked out of the 80′s, headband and all. On this rare occasion I feel misguided by my parents with regard to ski fashion. A smirk spreads across my face as I think back a few years and remember my brother, then 18, sporting a bright blue one piece with florescent pink stripes; my other brother in the purple version. Poor lads. I feel sudden relief that I never went on a school ski trip. Needless to say, I went and purchased some more suitable clothing for the next day.

Aside from that first morning’s fashion trauma, those three weeks were truly unforgettable. It’s astounding how in just three weeks such friendships and group dynamics can be established. Judging by the familiar banter between us all, you’d think that we’d known each other for years – not weeks – and I’m including the instructors and course leaders in this! It’s like a wonderful breath of  fresh, Rocky mountain air into your life, where routine and familiarity may have let it stale slightly. My days were spent setting tracks down powdered pistes and acquiring new skills to show-off on the next family ski trip and, at the same time, quietly building up confidence and eliminating any reservations that I had about the upcoming assessment.

I am one of those people who switches off easily, but the instruction was of such high calibre that every day my skiing improved and at the end of the three weeks it was totally transformed! If I wasn’t a show off before, I sure am now.

Come night time, the hot tub would bubble away waiting to relax those tired muscles, flavour-oozing food would be ready to fill my stomach and a whole jungle of activity would be awaiting my discovery in Banff town. Bars were buzzing and the clubs were ready to show me that every night in Banff is a good night. You could take yourself for a swim, a fireside ice skate at the Fairmont; you could treat yourself to a movie or a game of bowling. My best nights were spent enjoying a few beers, appreciating some Alberta beef and being in the company of good friends in one of the local taverns: the ‘Rose and Crown’ is always a good shout. I don’t think I would have found myself bored in Banff if I was there for a decade.

Gap year Canada.

Many of the NONSTOPers were also seeing the season out and had jobs lined up at Mount Norquay. Unfortunately we had to say ‘goodbye’ to a few who flew back to the UK. Thanks to Nonstop, I was put in contact with a Banff based company called ‘Gap Year Canada’, who provided my season’s accommodation, with about 40 others living in Banff for the season. It’s probably similar to the ‘student’ lifestyle; except you spend your days building up your goggle tans and not writing dissertations. Excuse me if I sound smug there – I am.

Our chalets were gorgeously Canadian with the benefit of being situated about a 5 minutes walk from Banff Ave (the only street you need to be familiar with in Banff). I would always be appreciative of this when it was minus 30 something and I was venturing out for the night. It was difficult not to revel in this advantage when various work friends would have to walk 25 minutes to their own staff accommodation. The energetic young couple who run ‘GapCan’, as we call it, devote their time to organising trips and adventures to guarantee that we get the best experience of Banff. It provides a secure base and network of friends that allows you to pursue whatever it is that you hope to gain from the season.

Instructing at Mount Norquay:

I know that I took this course for the right reasons. I loved my job. I would wake up late every morning, struggle to get dressed in a frantic rush, fail to remember my lunch in the fridge and scamper out the door with my room mate in tow to get to the bus stop in time. By the time we got there, one of two things happened: I’d either be caked in brown splodges where my tea had sloshed out of my thermos by my ungraceful, hurried walk, or, and this was most often the case, we’d round the corner and see the bus fully loaded waiting to leave, and have to run in full gear, clutching my thermos the last 100 metres in front of a bus full of amused co-workers. Fortunately for us, the driver had a great sense of humour and at least we amused everyone else. Once the banter died down I’d peer out of the window on the Norquay road and watch the sun peep out from behind Mount Rundle – continuously amazed that not only was I lucky enough to be there at that moment in time, but that I had a season of it! Gorgeous views aside, I had a real passion for the teaching. It wasn’t always perfect and you would have those days where you’d be teaching groups of three year olds for 5 hours straight. Sometimes you have those kids who just decide to keel over every 5 seconds when they’re stationary. They go all floppy in your arms and refuse to stand up and put weight onto their own legs. They clatter to the ground and then lay there, shovelling snow into their mouths with their mitted hands. They think it’s a game. I think that games are supposed to be fun. You get exhausted and achy but then something clicks into place, and as soon as you see them doing their first snowplough, the previously painful lessons are suddenly worth every unceremonious clatter to the ground. I had a lot of fun teaching and it was thoroughly rewarding. The ski school was collectively, the funniest group of people I’ve worked with. I’m off to do a ski season with a couple of them next winter, and in good contact with the rest; plus it’s always handy to have good contacts around the world. The truth is that when I plonked myself in front of ‘Google’ and searched for instructor courses, I just didn’t think that everything I’ve done this last year would have been as feasible as it was.

Tea splodges and floppy three years olds aside, I have just returned from the best year of my life, so far anyway, and I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to take some beating. I took one big, exhilarating leap of faith and landed safely in two feet of powder in the Canadian Rockies. Uni will have to wait – I’m off to the Alps!

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Tuesday, unfortunately, was a closed day at Mt Hutt due to high winds. So instead of skiing the day was spent indoors in Methven, going through the rest of the progression and other such things, at the end of the day we found out that instead of having our teaching exam on Thursday, it would be on Wednesday, needless to say we were all very scared.

Wednesday morning was taken up with the teaching exams, and, after we all smashed the exam we went back to the pub and got drunk very, very early. For some reason I was convinced into repeating my bear-hunting based exam lesson in the pub needless to say it was borderline humiliation. The final exam morning was spent waiting to see if ‘Mt Shutt’ was going to open or not, then when it finally did we all trouped up the mountain in gale force winds and stunned the examiners with our personal skiing. The group made its nervous way into Forest Lodge where the prize giving was taking place, when we left we were ski instructors!

What followed was a horrible combination of heavy drinking and for me, the loss of shoes and a two hour drunken, bare-foot stumble around Methven in search of where I was staying. The following weekend was also spent mostly intoxicated.

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Aside from the vast amounts of basic parallel and wedge demo turns that were bashed out we were lucky enough to get a free-ski powder day at Porters. Contrary to Jason’s best advice and warnings of concealed rocks the majority of the group managed to gouge their skis down to the base layer, and, in the case of one trainee (who shall remain nameless) managed to smash their face off their ski pole and put a hole in their lip!

On Wednesday the group was entrusted with an entire school of second time skiers, this gave certain members of the group a golden opportunity to get valuable hands on time teaching the higher level progressions.

On Thursday night we were joined for dinner and rifle shooting by Mark who runs NONSTOP ski at Red Mountain in Canada, who if he had managed to shoot his own card would have had a respectable score; also joining us was Mike the chairman of the CSIA who managed to hammer us all at shooting. Nothing major happened at the weekend, moderate drinking was done, but that’s about it.

On Tuesday morning we had a rare break from demo’s but little did we know that what was about to happen was far more taxing!  With our instructor jackets back on we were briefed on the logistics of  a station teach.  This basically involves a couple of instructors at each station allowing beginners to progress right from learning how to put their skis on through to performing basic wedge turns. If a student struggles at any particular station they just repeat the activity again.  In theory this all sounded great. However, add in 160 school children who have never skied before on a small beginners area and you have a recipe for complete carnage but a lot of fun!

I spent most of the session teaching them to side step up the hill.  It became increasingly difficult to be enthusiastic about side stepping, especially  as the kids saw more and more of their friends cruising up the magic carpet!  However, I managed and for the final part of the session I helped in encouraging them to start turning.  Finally, after a crazy 3 hours and a well deserved high five from the ski school director, we were back into demo’s!

Friday soon came around and we were rewarded with a trip to watch the rugby in Christchurch, Canterbury vs Waikato.  This was particularly exciting for Pieter who had never been to a big, live sports event before.  The match was followed by a curry and then back home for a late drink in the pub.

Saturday, Zoe and I took a trip to Christchurch  to do some shopping. We hopped on the West Coast Shuttle and after a great chat with the driver he even gave us a discount on our fare.  That night we went for dinner at Springfield backpackers with a few of the Porters staff.  A few games of pool later on topped off an altogether great day.

Sunday was meant to be a day of rest.  It started well, we all chilled out watching Kung Fu Panda (very funny, I highly recommend it) and later a meal at the pub.  Until this point it had been a very relaxing, leisurely day.  However, it soon became clear that this was fast becoming the biggest night in the pub of the season so far.  Without going into too much detail there was a lot of dancing on tables, tequila slammers with the assistance of someone lying on the bar and the night finally ended with naked men being photographed at the doughnut!

A final point for anyone reading this who may be thinking of coming on the course.  As suggested earlier in the blog, what goes on in the pub definately does not stay in the pub.  There are no secrets!  Any faux pas that occur, expect to be remminded of them the next day by all the mountain staff and most of the locals and expect this continue until someone else does something even more stupid!

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Decked out like true professionals in our new gear (sadly lacking the Porter’s fashion statement furry hoods), we hiked up to the beginner’s area with the intention of thoroughly annoying the real instructors by hanging around watching their lessons. Within a few minutes I found myself in front of three school kids, demonstrating wedge turns and trying desperately to remember the Level 1 progression while pretending to be Jason and yelling things like “Hands up, hands up!” and “Awesome!” up the slope. One by one everybody in our group acquired a student, willingly donated by the instructors. As most of the students were complete beginners, it was a reasonably safe bet that we couldn’t actually make them any worse than there already were, but the hour’s sessions ended on a high, with all of us stoked that we’d actually managed to improve our students’ skiing.

Thursday was avalanche awareness day, and thanks to Shane the mountain man we learned to start looking at the snow with fresh eyes. We managed to keep warm by digging through layers of snow and playing hide-and-seek with the transceivers (and learnt how to use them safely and effectively, of course) and by the time we were finished we were pretty much the last ones on the mountain.

After getting forecasts of more bad weather, we decided to do things the Kiwi way and scrap our plans to spend the weekend at Mount Olympus in favour of a last minute trip to Queenstown. The next morning, we collected our rental car in Christchurch and were sent off by a slightly worried-looking Jason. Come on, Jase – the seven of us on a six-hour road trip with two nights in the drinking and adventure sports capital of the South Island at the end of it? What could go wrong?!

Sheep on the road and rain notwithstanding, we made it to Queenstown and spent an awesome two days enjoying the lake views, shopping and bars – not forgetting the famous Fergburgers. Unfortunately for the more adrenaline-seeking members of our crew, their skydiving was cancelled because of bad weather. We managed to make up for it somewhat in the evening, though, and after a leisurely drive back through mad snow, we finally made it back to Springfield in time for the Porter’s staff bar shout.

Job well done, everybody!
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Week 3 was different from other two weeks. Due to bad weather we we not able to get up the mountain for a couple of days. On Monday we had private ski lessons. Jason took everbody separately that day. We went skiing for one hour each. Everybody made really good progress. The next day Porters was closed due to heavy wind, so we did one indoor session.

On Wednesday Porters was closed again. But fortunately one of the club fields was open. It’s called Broken River. The wind blows all the fresh powder on to the Broken River ski area. So we had an amazing off piste ski day. There is one thing that you should know – the lifts at Broken River are not a lift you have ever seen before. I will try to explain it as good as I can. There is a rope going up the hill through some pullies. What you try to do is grab the rope with one hand. Slowly get more grip and when you are going the same speed as the rope, you need to flick something simlilar to a nutcracker around the rope. There is a small rope attached to a girdle around your waist. It takes some time to get the hang of it but it keeps the big crowds away so basically you have the whole ski area for yourself, so that is pretty awsome. Jason took the people that wanted some adventure out for some small cliffdrops. And we skiied through some cliffs that was a lot of fun. We also tried to make a wallride in a bowl. Didnt really work out as we hoped but we had some fun with it.

Thursday again porters was closed so we did a small session. But it was also Jheni`s birthday so we headed out for Christchurch to see the new Harry Potter movie and have dinner afterwards.

Saturday night we had a birthday party for one the ski insturctors at Porters. One tip watch out for the punch and vodka jelly shots they are treacherous… well this was my blog for week 3 some other member will write the next one.

Greets Pieter

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I was the first to arrive and make the short journey from Christchurch out to Springfield on the legendary Route 73 towards the snow capped mountains, the stunning scenery almost made me forget the fact that I had just left our hottest day back in sunny London to brave the fresh mid-winter air on the other side of the world.  The rest of our small group of 7 soon followed during the next few days, and were equally impressed by the spectacular view from our rooms – looking up at the Torlesse mountain range is almost like being in Lord of the Rings!  We are all from the UK with the exception of the flying Dutchman, who you will no doubt hear more about over the coming weeks.

One of the priorities was getting our skis and boots, which most of us got from the local ski shop – Gnomes, a couple of towns away.  Nonstoppers get 20% off everything there which is a great deal and saved me loads of money, they are also the best (in my opinion) at fitting boots, very thorough and willing to help even if you haven’t bought your boots from their store.  Needless to say the staff are super friendly, as you come to expect in New Zealand.

So the opening day of the course had finally dawned, we were shown round the cosy, homely town of Springfield – a name which as I’m sure you know is associated with the much loved cartoon-come-film The Simpsons, and even has a giant doughnut as a result (much to the disgust of some of the locals).  The most important building though, as with any small town, is the Pub where we have our evening meals and the odd beverage.  You may think that being a Pub in the middle of nowhere, the food would be pretty average… but you’d be so wrong, it is actually amazing and that’s no exaggeration!  The rest of the town includes a couple of Cafes, a Backpackers, a petrol garage, and various sheep, goats & horses.

I’ve just realised I haven’t actually mentioned the most important person here yet, who is of course our host/instructor/driver/entertainer – the famous (or possibly more infamous) Jason Collins.  The guy is full of insightful, inspiring, and at times simply terrible, quotes, jokes and conversation starters.  A few examples are “I found the limit of my ski” which means he completely wiped out, “the mountain is your friend” used without fail on a daily basis, and “it’s character building” when he wants us to do anything we don’t want to do!  He is also an experienced instructor (as you would expect) and has already improved everyone’s technique, and taken us down the steepest black run in the country, and possibly the entire southern hemisphere – which I have to say was as satisfying as it was scary for someone like me, having only skied for one season 4 years ago!

Most of our first week was spent getting to know Porters, which has some pretty impressive, steep terrain and is surrounded by back country and off-piste options.  I should also point out that the road leading up to the car park can be quite challenging – with tight hairpins being almost the only places wide enough for the shuttle bus to come thundering past you, added to the significant lack of barriers preventing a certain death should you slide off the edge!  Still, it all adds to the charm of the place, which is plentiful.  With no shortage of powder thanks to the great early season snow, we’ve been taking full advantage of our free skiing time.  There are 3 main T-bar lifts at Porters and the queues are normally very short so you can get plenty of runs in before heading down to the little cafe.
Last weekend, our first here as a group, was mostly spent in the pub getting to know some of the Porters staff a bit better.  We achieved this by consuming large amounts of alcohol, beating them at pool, and ultimately being invited into their broken kayak for what I can only assume was some kind of initiation attempt on their behalf!  We also met two rather crazy middle-aged ladies, one of them looked like she was about to go on a killing spree as she told us in no uncertain terms what the rules of the pool table are, the other works in the cafe over the road, seems to have a little too much passion about her home cooking and makes sure everyone knows it!

Onto our second week and it’s another action-packed combination of techniques, movements and exercises introducing us to beginner lessons.  We’ve also had a look at ourselves on video, which is interesting to say the least, and makes you realise what you’re doing well and what you need to improve.  There are also our technical sessions in the evenings where we learn more valuable stuff such as tuning our skis, which reminds me I must do mine tomorrow!

The end of week 2 was celebrated by heading over to the west coast, through more Lord of the Rings & Narnia landscapes, to the magnificent Franz Josef glacier.  The 5 hour drive was well worth it, as was the small amount we paid for an afternoon tour.  I can’t imagine there are many experiences like walking on a glacier, as we stopped for a quick break a huge boulder of ice came crashing down less than 10 metres away!  The pure size and shape of the glacier is something to marvel at, along with the fact that it moves on a regular basis and is sometimes closed due to being too dangerous to walk on.

Well after our energy-sapping afternoon, there was only one thing to do – jump straight in the hot tub!  Then it was over to the bar to see the All Blacks beat the Wallabies, priceless (sorry to any Aussies reading this)!  And that’s all you get to hear about as what happens in the pub stays in the pub… well, unless you have a broken kayak.
Hopefully this has given you some idea of how good the course is, but if not check out week 3 – coming to you soon from another member of our awesome little group!

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