***Disclaimer: This is entirely my own personal experience.
In defence of my parents, at least they raised a non-violent psychopath.
Yet, here am I relaxing 300 meters from Georgia and chatting with friends on Facebook.
I partake in a sport where there is an incredibly high risk factor.
I knowingly go into areas that have avalanches.
I knowingly go too fast.
What is the difference in taking risks in skiing or with traveling?
We have 2 rooms and 1 bathroom.
Our balcony looks out onto the Black Sea.
(My View)
The most popular question here seems to be, “why are you volunteering?”
Most answers range from people wanting to be part of a global event to boosting their resume.
My answer seems to keep surprising people.
One of my amazingly fabulous friends Em Lonsdale is competing in Women’s half pipe skiing.
I told her I’d find a way to be here.
Volunteering seemed the most feasible.
So here I am and she will be here in 2 weeks.
And of course, it’s the first time halfpipe/slopestyle ski are in the Olympics.
If I can be here, why the fuck not be?
That was enough reasoning for me.
Three hours into arriving I wondered how I could return home.
My only complaint thus far is the lack of laundry facilities.
Now I’m a master of hand washing and have 9 pairs of clean underwear.
(Sunrise on the bus to work)
For work, I am stationed at the Mountain Press Center.
My role is to ensure press conferences go smoothly.
The work is pretty mellow and my schedule allows for me to do and see a lot.
