Our favourite snow experiences
At this time of year, everyone's dreaming of a white Christmas.
If you can't be in New York, Chicago, Berlin or London, the next best bit is dreaming about it.
We asked some of our contributors a pretty simple question:
What's been your favourite snow experience while travelling?
At the age of 25 I'd actually never seen snowfall. When I eventually did, I easily matched the Nintendo 64 kid for excitement.
This took place in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia — the world’s coldest capital city. I’d consumed quite a lot of vodka inside a dark, dingy bar with two Canadians, a Dane and a Norwegian, with no windows from our vantage point to the outside world. When we left the bar to find it snowing heavily, it felt like I had exited a tunnel and entered one of the Christmas snow globes which had enchanted me so much as a child. Although my cooler-climate friends couldn’t have given less of a fuck, drunk and seeing snowfall for the first time is an experience I’d recommend to anyone.
Growing up, my family didn't do ski holidays. We were more of a beach kind of gang. So I actually didn't experience snow until I was 26 and on a shoot in Patagonia. We'd gotten up before sunrise to trek it out to this remote glacier, the sun was starting to rise and these flakes started falling on my face. It was honestly otherworldly. I think I cried.
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