Old sinewy men with red backpacks and their trekking boots firmly tied all the way up around the ankles, the flowing river with green mineral-rich water in the city mixed with families and adrenaline-seeking young men… This is Chamonix. It’s like we’re walking on the head of the emperor and around us is his majestic crown Mont Blanc.
We arrived in the middle of a heatwave, but the evenings are nice and perfectly cool. At the chalet we got an ensuite bedroom with a splendid bathtub, but only have to pay the price of the dorm. We booked a French class with maximum 16 people in each class, and found ourselves with only six more classmates. I think we can say our karma is right where it should be; on top. Or maybe it was there the whole time?
As we came back to the chalet this evening one of the other travellers asked “what’s up with you guys having to sleep in a roundabout? You Have to tell me this story!”
I simply love travelling, it’s always an adventure. Tomorrow we’ll get up onto one of those mountains surrounding us, look out for the photos.