How the other half ski! Dom Joly discovers a world of personal chefs, hot-tubs and non-stop champagne on the slopes - electric boot heaters

I have been skiing in many strange places in my time: Lebanon, Iran, Newfoundland, Gloucester . . . . . . Every experience is different, but the only thing that remains the same is that you ski well when the sun is shining, and the world is simply yours.
However, this is an elusive moment.
Most of the time, when you ski, you're either too cold, too hot, your boots are hurt, either sunburned or hunched.
A lot of skiing experience is essentially a reality that beats expectations.
Skiing is a family affair in the process of growing up.
I am still the only one of my four brothers and sisters who did not break their legs on the slopes.
Granted, my left leg ligament was badly broken in a scooter crash in London, and in a motorcycle accident on the Greek island of Esther, my left knee was broken.
Think about it, when I was in the game of the TV show "Total elimination", my left foot also broke two toes.
But nothing on the ski resort.
I put it on my lucky left leg.
There are basically two types of ski breaks-normal skiing and money skiing --no-object sort.
The former is to book an apartment or hotel, find the cheapest flight to the nearest airport, rent a car, forget to book a snow chain, and then depart to join 30-
Somewhere under Albertville, France, you'll find people you vaguely know from school sitting in a car hissing and you really enjoy spending time with your precious family
Fortunately, everything is fine because you are ahead this time.
You're tired of paying ridiculous amounts for bad ski boots, which should be the default shoe for Guantanamo.
No, you're smart.
You went to a ski shop in the UK and made some custom boots on your lovely feet.
Don't you feel smug?
Aren't you the smart guy?
Yes . . . . . . But only when you realize that your feet are expanding at high altitude and that your new boots don't fit.
You still need to rent an old pair of painful boots that you will wear when you walk from the hotel to the nearest ski
When you look after the crying children and the grumpy wife and carry all their equipment, you lift them up because they are not as weak as you are.
This is the normal way.
Despite the trials and tribulations of the normal way, I enjoyed it and was very happy-until I tasted the money --no-object way.
It's kind of like turning left when boarding.
Once you do this, you will never be content to turn rights into an economy.
My wife and I, Stacey, were invited to Verbier and took the opportunity to leave our hated children at home for three days on the Alps.
Only when we got off the plane in Geneva did we realize how many funky things were waiting for us there.
This Swiss resort is the place where the Duke of York has a 13 million-pound cottage.
This is the place where the light will ski.
This is not a place for farmers like me.
I can't wait.
A pleasant young man named Toby welcomed us and took us to a waiting minibus.
It is not as full of irritating drunken revellers as it is on normal travel.
Even better, there is a basket between me and my wife with sandwiches and a bottle of champagne in it.
Arguably one of the most enjoyable minibus tours ever.
Upon arrival at Verbier, we were taken home for the next three days.
Rosalp 4 is one of Uber's options
The exclusive chic apartments and cottages of the operator Ski Verbier are all over the resort.
We're the only two of the four.
Let me want to go to the bedroom apartment in Switzerland.
It was beautifully decorated and eclectic, with a resident chef and housekeeper.
Drinks are readily available, snacks are plentiful, and any thought of a moderate ski break disappears from the window.
The chef is happy to cook healthy food for us-but let's face it and when you have a chef you throw up and pretend you'll burn calories on the slopes.
Just as we settled down, we were taken to a room in the basement of our building where the other guy brought us boots and skis to try on.
Heaven forbid us to have to go outside or to a rental shop open to the smelly public!
The boots were worn for the first time and very comfortable.
They were put on electric boots after we made the choice
Heaters so that our pampered little tootsies will not face a moment of cold insults the next morning.
From the moment we arrived, the snow fell like an indestructible blanket-I could barely identify the street below from the windows of our apartment.
Luxury things like this are bothering us. who needs to ski?
Sadly, even though we were lazy, the next morning another guy named Toby knocked on our door and introduced himself as our day's ski guide.
We were called by another on another minibus . . . . . . Yes, you guessed it right . . . . . . Toby.
When we only ski for about two hours, the ski guide Toby is an excellent companion and most understood.
We ended up giving up because the snow was so thick that I could barely see my hand and Stacey was carsick.
I was disappointed because Verbier had some special skiing-runs.
However, we quickly overcame this when we returned to the apartment.
The chef prepared some snacks, poured champagne and put on his bathrobe. Life was good.
We went out that night and tasted some of Verbier's apres-ski.
Predictably, it's full of energy and fun, but sadly, there's little to see the Duke of York or his tough guy --
Daughter of work
On our last night, we were invited to one night at the 14 th cabin, the jewel on the exclusive Crown for skiers.
This is a huge property that you can rent out completely from around £ 75,000 (it sleeps 26) for a week or rent a room.
It is equipped with all the decorations to make Bond baddie happy-a fur --
Indoor pool, bar, indoor pool, hot water
Bathtub and nursing room.
It was a difficult place to leave, even for the elusive perfect day on the slopes.
We had a big Asian meal (which was an interesting change compared to the usual Alpine meal) and the wine flowed freely.
Sometime the next day we woke up and stumbled across the minibus heading to Geneva airport and our home. Toby (who else?
) Indicates that there is another bottle of champagne, chilled, waiting for our consumption.
Stacey and I groaned at each other.
We have reached the limit of luxury.
The normal way of skiing is not exactly the same.