Chamonix-Mont-Blanc Travel Blog› entry 16 of 17 › view all entries
John, the Peters, and myself all were heading to Geneva to catch flights so we got up early to take the bus under Mont Blanc through the tunnel to Chamonix. From here, John and myself were trying to catch the first train to Geneva and the Peters were going to hang out for the day and catch the afternoon bus. When we got there, we found out that that bus was the next trip to Geneva so we all ended up hanging out in Chamonix until 4 that afternoon. We all decided to split up and go our own ways, the Peters going to go up the funicular up to the Aquille du Midi. I walked around town just to get a lay of the land. It is a beautiful town and very easy to see why its such a big resort.
I was hungry so I ended up getting a crepe from this fastfoodish type joint. It definitely wasn't the best crepe I had ever had, but for the price in this place, it was good. I also got a croissant and a baguette from a bakery. The croissant was hands down the best I have ever had. It litterally melted in my mouth. AMAZING! The baguette was also good. Crunchy on the outside, moist and yummy on the inside. I at these outside of a church where a wedding procession was going on. After this, I read the little stands that were in French about the original guides and first women, etc of Mont Blanc. It was interesting from what I understood. which was surprisingly a lot.
From here I walked some more of the town and window shopped quite a lot. I ended up at the other end of the town in a park next to a high school, and moseyed back towards town.
I later met back up with John at the public toilet (go figure) and we walked around the town again as we had already seen it all.
We all met back at the train station and waited around for the bus as we had seen the town twice now. The Peters talked about the funicular ride and said they had really enjoyed it. There was evidentally a parasailer that had crashed into the mountains sometime around this time because a helicopter took off to go pull them out of the trees. It was interesting to see, but with the amount of parasailers there, I bet it happens somewhat often. The bus finally came and we got on to Geneva.