Not even a a full day in the Czech and I was thrown onto the skis and out in the snow. I dressed for the cold only as an Aussie can (few layers and all of them thin), resisting the temptation to put on my thongs. I was given a pair of fluoro, banana colored Salomon ski boots and my cross-country skis - thin little strips of wood that I had no idea how to attached to the boots, let alone how to glide gracefully on. Out in the snow, I soon lost all hope of dignity and ballet-like elegance. I just keep repeating the mantra: "It's like riding a bike, it's like riding a bike..."
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