Eventually, the cable car device lumbers into view and disgorges a load of really annoying people with stupid smiles under their stupid hats on to the other side of the platform. Except there are no tracks, just a big wire overhead. You hang around in a big crowd on a sort of train platform. This, technically, isn’t queuing, it’s something more akin to fighting, so I preferred this bit. You queue to buy a pass, which you lose later in the day and then you get down to the serious queuing, at the point where you get on the lift at the bottom of the mountain to take you to the top. You queue to get your breakfast in the stupid wooden hotel, you queue to get on the minibus or find a taxi to take you to the stupid skiing place at the bottom of the stupid hill. “As it turns out, skiing trips are pretty bloody annoying anyway.
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