Chalet Eric?

I wish to express deep regret... for myself. Indeed i find that it's a sad affair that i'm no longer able to derive any form of excitement or look forward to a chalet's stay. I remember that i used to think that a chalet's stay was the next best thing apart from holidaying abroad. The idea of relaxing and indulging in a new setting seems inviting... then. Now, the response from within seems muted and hesitant if not, reluctant.

This unfortunate change of view did not however, materialised overnight. It was rather a gradual shift in attitude following several unpleasant stays. I'm not sure whether i was right as to describe those stays as being outright unpleasant or being inferior to the ones i had with my extended family. Let's just say that those stays were worse off in many aspects when compared to the highly organised stays i experienced with my family. Ahhh.. Those were the times, where it was literally just a escapade. No worries, logistic-wise. Just stay, play and barbecue.

Now compare such a nice and comfy chalet stay to a haphazard one planned by unsure teenagers. Sigh... I guess the biggest credit goes to my father who's highly experienced and adept at the intricate details behind a field camp. What's a chalet? Bah...

If you think that my dismal attitude was hardened merely by the memories of those unplesant stays, then i think you're wrong. Try as i may, still i can't separate the glaring similarities between a chalet stay and a stuffy night in a barrack. Reaching such an awful comparison is really unavoidable for a person who has been staying in a military barracks for one year or so.

Sad... Feel sad for myself how such a wonderful way of leisure has ended up, mangled and distorted in my own eyes.