Trip to Chamonix

I got back to the flat in time for tea on friday night after only a 2.5 hour delay in Manchester and frantically ringing round transfer companies to find someone to get me home. Turned out Ross and Amy were planning a trip to Chamonix to meet some friends on Saturday so I went with them. When we got there Ross realised he'd left his phone at home, with the number of the person we were meeting on it. We were saved by 21st century technology – posting on facebook for someone to send the number actually worked. Booked into a hotel (using my quality french to ask for the cheapest in town in the Tourist Office), went for some food and randomly bumped into Rick (a friend of mine who stayed with us over New Year). After failing to find anyone to let us use a swimming pool in Morzine we went to the municipal one in Chamonix, 10 lengths of crawl felt like hard work so sat in the hammam and sauna. We then got thrown out as Ross had shorts on rather than speedos. I don't really understand this rule – especially when he wasn't actually in the pool. Still, we drowned our sorrows quite effectively for a while afterwards. Next morning the fog had come down and a trip up Brevent to meet the others was thwarted by only 2 lifts being open. Got a seemingly neverending bus up to Le Tour and did a bit there, but visibility was really low and it was pretty horrible. After a drink in Vallorcine we thought we'd get the train back only to be told “pas de train, pas de bus” so it was back up the freezing mountain and a long bus ride before driving home to Morzine. I'll never moan about coming back via the Super Morzine again.