We did quick name exchanges, but the more detailed introductions were given in Les Houches.
There was this feeling of anticipation in the air as we got on our bus to Les Houches, France where our next motel is located. It is a tiny destination made of motels, shops and a pub where trekkers (like us) and hardcore skiers / hikers / marathon runners (unlike us) go to get closer to the ranges of Mont Blanc, being the point closest to Geneva. The tuckaway gave us a teasing glimpse of our first glacier! And of the intimidating mountains we would be climbing - laughing at us "We lie!!! We're bigger than you thought we were in those images you googled!"
The fields and beautiful West European architechture held all my attention on the bus ride. Which was great, or I'd be spewing on my boots before I'd even started this thing. Airsick? Seasick? What're those? But chuck me in an expensive car which glides like silk... Well then you'd better have a rather fancy sickbag in the backseat.
