We are currently camping in a little camping village tucked in the middle of the woods, near Chamonix, the main town in the Mont Blanc Valley. It wasn’t as wild and rugged as I thought. Phew! We still have water to bath, electric power to start our stove, potable water from proper taps and toilets to do our business. The facilities are mostly shared except for a personal tent we pitched, our little blue portable table from Carrefour and an open air kitchen we set up next to our tent.
Things wasn’t looking good on our first day. It rained in the middle of the night which kept me awake worrying about rain seeping through our not so professional tent. I woke up every now and then shifting position as my body proved to be too delicate for an outdoor bed. I finally started my day at 8 am when rescue helicopter from a nearby port boomed right above our site. My body ached and my hips were bruised. I was already feeling grouchy and grumpy before starting our hike, which ended up in the rain! The 3 hours hike brought us to million years old glacier and it was only on our way back that the sky started to clear up. The gloomy weather and unrestful sleep did dampen my spirit and I was quite sure I would pack my stuff anytime but I stayed on.
Day 2 started bright and cheery and so was my mood. Maybe it was due to our first day hike. I slept like a baby and a restful sleep did make hell of a difference. We did another 3 hours hike but this time in sunny sunshine and with a panoramic view of the Mont Blanc mountain range.
Strangely, I looked forward to coming back to our little tent. I felt an odd sense of belonging, a strange familiarity. Queuing for shared bathrooms, brushing teeth with total strangers and greeting our neighbours from Germany, Netherland, Great Britain and Spain with my just-out-of-bed look seem to bother me less.
I am beginning to think that such open and non privacy living is good for the human soul. I am beginning to love this communal living stuff.
~ posted from Mont Blanc valley0