Day 2
Every time I stay in a hostel, I wish that I was a really heavy snorer, just to give the other snoring bastards a taste of their own fecking medicine.
However, if I were a snorer, I would get a single room since I am not an inconsiderate prick like the guy I shared with last night.
In other news, the mountains are still absent and I am beginning to suspect that they packed their bags for sunnier climes, and that over the coming days I will get a self-satisfied postcard from Mont Blanc as he suns himself on a beach somewhere.
Made it to the hotel in the village of Les Houches, allegedly at the base of Mont Blanc, and met the eight other adventurers that my mountain buddy Alan and I will be spending the next week with. I am pleased to report that a number of them certainly appear to have not been training as hard as either of us over the last months. Still, one of them looks like he could climb it walking on his hands while juggling me with his feet. So I'm not getting complacent just yet.
Being ignorant and not particularly caring about getting to know any of them, I retired early in preparation for tomorrow's foray into the Alps. If they haven't returned from holiday by then, well, we'll just have to dig several big holes and climb in and out of them for a week.
