We left Friday morning on a bus with a giant St. Bernard on it. As we were transferring to several trains, we crossed the border sometime while we were asleep on one of the trains. We arrived in Chamonix, a quiet ski resort town at the foot of the French Alps, home to one of the biggest mountains, Mont Blanc. I woke up to see this view on the train.
Later that day, we took the train or ski thingy up to Mont Blanc. Soon, that little town began to look like this:
For dinner, we went to this restaurant that served a 3 course meal to about 89 people (our group). I felt really bad for the few people who were serving so many people, especially Americans. The best part was dessert. Our French waiter with French body odor and French accent started passing out desserts on our table. My friend asked what it was, to which he seriously, calmly, replied, "Raspberry. Raspberry tits." It took us a while, faces frozen for a moment in comprehension. I thought it looked like mousse. LMAO
Raspberry Tits
Later that night, I had my first half-pint of Heineken! I don't know if I could take a whole pint... not exactly the size of a whole pint myself... but I will go hunt down pictures of us at the bar! I'm not sure if I got my real view of France, Chamonix is a resort town, they cater to foreigners as tourists. I didn't really see a lot of French people because I also saw a lot of Germans, Brits and Japanese people around too. From up above, Chamonix looks like a secret kept by the tall mountains that surrounds it. I bet it must look very different in the winter time. The Euro is very expensive.
Saturday
Woke up early to visit some ice caves. We were actually in high altitude already, took the train up to see glaciers in the middle of June.
That thing under the dirt, is all ice. Obviously, parts of it were melting off, forming streams and rivers somewhere. That's the funny thing about Europe weather from my point of view so far. Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it doesn't you can only tell by the clouds. They never stay for long, but they always come back. Because of that, there's a lot of grass, not suburban grass, natural grass, where flowers naturally grow, where animals naturally graze. Somewhere, there is always a stream flowing, just because we live in the mountain. It's so peaceful. It's so beautiful. Anyway, they put in changing lights to make frozen water more interesting, and they sculpted it into these really weird figures that don't really resemble anything. This is the best I can do with my camera:
They're all the same thing, the colors just change. I think it's a living room... but I'm not sure. After lunch, we came back down for a short adventure around town. Dinner was better than the day before, with a lot of good wine, sparkling wine, white wine, red wine.
Nasty Espresso I couldn't get used to, but I took the chocolate!
Dinner was good, nightlife not so good. The club was underground with no air circulation. So eventually the floor was sticky and wet with sweat that was dripping down. And sometimes, sometimes(!), European boys smell when they sweat. I know, EEWWWWW.
Sunday
Overall Chamonix wasn't bad, it was a nice town with very obliging people. But I didn't feel like it was really France, since it's a resort town. In the summer there's a lot of good hiking when it isn't busy with snow in the winter, and a lot of people went canyoning (or canyoneering in the U.S.) and para gliding, and there was rafting and other really cool (but expensive) outdoor stuff to do too. But it felt like what I saw in one weekend, was almost pretty much all I had to see, and it wasn't really France. We left early Sunday morning to come back to Switzerland. Montreux greeted us with the most beautiful thunderstorm I have ever seen.
Later that night, I had my first half-pint of Heineken! I don't know if I could take a whole pint... not exactly the size of a whole pint myself... but I will go hunt down pictures of us at the bar! I'm not sure if I got my real view of France, Chamonix is a resort town, they cater to foreigners as tourists. I didn't really see a lot of French people because I also saw a lot of Germans, Brits and Japanese people around too. From up above, Chamonix looks like a secret kept by the tall mountains that surrounds it. I bet it must look very different in the winter time. The Euro is very expensive.Saturday
Woke up early to visit some ice caves. We were actually in high altitude already, took the train up to see glaciers in the middle of June.
That thing under the dirt, is all ice. Obviously, parts of it were melting off, forming streams and rivers somewhere. That's the funny thing about Europe weather from my point of view so far. Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it doesn't you can only tell by the clouds. They never stay for long, but they always come back. Because of that, there's a lot of grass, not suburban grass, natural grass, where flowers naturally grow, where animals naturally graze. Somewhere, there is always a stream flowing, just because we live in the mountain. It's so peaceful. It's so beautiful. Anyway, they put in changing lights to make frozen water more interesting, and they sculpted it into these really weird figures that don't really resemble anything. This is the best I can do with my camera:
They're all the same thing, the colors just change. I think it's a living room... but I'm not sure. After lunch, we came back down for a short adventure around town. Dinner was better than the day before, with a lot of good wine, sparkling wine, white wine, red wine.
Nasty Espresso I couldn't get used to, but I took the chocolate!
Dinner was good, nightlife not so good. The club was underground with no air circulation. So eventually the floor was sticky and wet with sweat that was dripping down. And sometimes, sometimes(!), European boys smell when they sweat. I know, EEWWWWW.Sunday
Overall Chamonix wasn't bad, it was a nice town with very obliging people. But I didn't feel like it was really France, since it's a resort town. In the summer there's a lot of good hiking when it isn't busy with snow in the winter, and a lot of people went canyoning (or canyoneering in the U.S.) and para gliding, and there was rafting and other really cool (but expensive) outdoor stuff to do too. But it felt like what I saw in one weekend, was almost pretty much all I had to see, and it wasn't really France. We left early Sunday morning to come back to Switzerland. Montreux greeted us with the most beautiful thunderstorm I have ever seen.
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