For me, the season has started already. More accurately, since there is absolutely no snow whatsoever, I am already out in resort. For the more experienced among you, I am sure you know what it is like to be in an eerily quiet, snow free village in BFN Alps, but for those of you who have only experienced the season in full swing, it is bizarre.
Here in Verbier (yes, I am in Verbier once again, less through choice, than through the good fortune of landing a ‘proper’ job) they have embarked so many construction projects, that it looks like the cleanup job in the aftermath of a natural disaster. With only 5 weeks to go until the town fills up with seasonnaires and maybe 7 until the punters start arriving in droves, the chances of the construction being finished on time looks rather remote. In a way, I am slightly hoping they do not manage to finish on time, as it will provide some great schadenfreude.
Obviously, for the sake of everyone coming here to work, not having additional logistics issues when the town already suffers from a horrific windy-narrow-streets-one-way disaster, all too common in these little mountain villages that have suddenly been landed with the mixed fortune of popularity among the rich and famous. Popularity leads to development, which is often not very practical in steep-sided mountain villages. Eventually, this results in a mess of chalets plonked all in a variety of unlikely places, often miles from anything as practical as a ski lift, bus stop or shop.
As it is currently still pre-season, this brings me to another thing that it is worth considering when embarking upon a ski season: where the hell are they planning on accommodating me, and where will I be working relative to this? I don’t think I really need to elaborate, but if your commute involves half and hour of schlepping up a near-vertical hill at 6am whilst nursing the inevitable hangover, you may want to consider how much you really want to be in that particular resort.