Tour Du Mont Blanc - Day Zero (Geneva - Les Houches)

Intro

To explain very briefly (and it doesn't take a genius to work it out) the Tour of Mont Blanc is a winding, circular hike around the 15,771ft massif that is the mountain of Mont Blanc. The snow covered, glacier-ridden peak is the highlight of a range that includes some of the most impressive mountains not only in the Alps, but in the world. Much in line with many other long distance hikes, the tour attracts huge numbers of people who aim to traipse the 110 mile (approximately) journey every year. Most walkers who attempt this feat generally stick to the summer months of July and August when the trail can be unbearably overpopulated. Also, the majority of people choose to stay in hotels or refuges for the entirety of their stay. Whilst a comfy bed can ease aching body parts at the end of long walking days it can also hike the price of the trip (no pun intended) to astronomical proportions - a great luxury if you have the funds but not really feasible if you don't. Based on the above, we decided that if we were going to actually enjoy the trail we would have to go in September and if we were going to afford the trip we would have to spend a considerable amount of nights in a tent. The official guide books for the trail are great but they don't go into great detail about camping options, so here is our experience.

 The view from the Ouibus! 

The view from the Ouibus! 

Les Houches

 The excited wife

The excited wife

Taking a 'Ouibus' from Geneva airport in Switzerland to Les Houches (very reasonably priced at €19 per person) was our choice of transport to the trail. The journey takes about an hour. Les Houches is a sensible starting point situated close to Mont Blanc, five miles south of Chamonix. Along with Chamonix it is probably the most popular spot to begin the anti-clockwise route. We camped for the night in Bellevue campsite on the south entrance to the village from the highway near the TMB trailhead. At €13.50 for two of us we snapped up a spot on the green grass, pitched our tent and went to explore Les Houches. More importantly we went to have our last beer for 11 days; a crazy, addled last minute decision of mine to build some will power! The main street is wonderfully neat and orderly, dotted with a mixture of bakeries, hotels, clothing stores, restaurants and the occasional cheese shop! If a good, cloudy beer and some cracking food is what you are looking for you should go to 'La Delice' where a very smiley English girl will make you feel welcomed. The town has everything you might require before starting a bloody long hike but beware, if you arrive on a Sunday as we did, nearly everything will be shut until late in the day.

 Preparing for the Off

Having slept in Athens airport in Greece the night before our flight to Geneva (different story) we were in need of some serious shut-eye and so made our way back to the campsite to prepare our bags ready for the start of the big walk that lay ahead of us. Guide books can tell you endless amounts of stuff but the best advice you can gain is from somebody who has just finished the trail as you are about to start. This opportunity arrived for us in the form of three guys from three different countries who meandered into the campsite and slumped down next to our tent having taken their last few steps of the hike. They told us in glorious detail about the conditions of the trails, the highlights, the details of refuges and campsites along the way, and how they felt at various points during the tour. Therefore, one conversation later we had gained a ski pole (they really do help going downhill) and found out that we could leave anything we don't require at the refuge in Les Houches for only €1 per day! I watched the three friends crack open a Heineken to celebrate their achievement and got into the tent with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Laying down on my makeshift pillow (which was in fact a crumpled shirt from my backpack) I thought to myself 'tomorrow I'm walking 12 miles with a bag the size of Jupiter and I'm not even having a beer again until I've done that very thing 11 more times.' And so the journey began...