Snowbombing is a festival that offers themed parties and amazing house, indie and drum ‘n bass djs at night, and the amazing Austrian alps during the day. In fact, I just wanted to learn how to ski and could only afford to go in April. Stumbling upon this festival, which promised me the world, we booked on a whim and found ourselves introduced to a world of keen snowbombers who swear by the festival and all it stands for. Newsletters to warm us up, reminder emails about costumes and fancy dress and blogs on Tour de Dance and all the different sheds. My mind was a bit boggled, until I thought to myself, ‘Sod it, it’s kinda nice not knowing what I’m about to indulge in!’
The fact that you aren’t just partying (as in most other festivals) – you are physically throwing yourself down mountains on skis or boards, in one of the most beautiful regions imaginable, to the point where your body is aching, but you know that if you don’t jump in that shower and head down to the forest – Fatboy Slim is not going to wait for you anymore. I noticed inside me an inner clock that was ticking, and even though I should have probably been on crutches by the end of the week, I can honestly say I felt alive and invigorated. The sun was so bright too, we skied in bikini tops, and started off our days with a Mr Motivator workout on top of the mountain. Skiing hard all day, we would end up at the bar on top of the slopes drinking beer until the last lift down. A quick dash home to re-invent ourselves into our choice of character, and there we were dancing, laughing and watching the sun come up with newly found friends, and ones that I felt I had known for a decade.
One love, one week, one blip on the radar.
Emotion: Overwhelmingly euphoric
Outcome: Amazed at the world of new music and experience.
Details of challenge: www.snowbombing.com/en
