I was thrilled — and a bit scared. As a Norwegian I should have been "born with skies on my legs" as we say in this nation that gave birth to the word "ski". But I had not been out skiing for 18 years! But the thought of getting back to skiing of all places in Morocco, and getting a course from a local instructor sounded so exotic to me that I could not let the chance pass when I heard that there was snow in the mountains when I visited Marrakech in January 2000.
So how did it turn out? Well, there is a film to watch (in RealVideo) if you want to see what my good ski instructor Mustafa was able to teach me. He is the one in front of me in the picture above.
