Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Sunday, August 9, 2015

An emotional roller coaster - Mont Blanc Diary



“I began to realize how important it is to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed, embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it, and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good!” – Roald Dahl

I couldn’t think of a better reason to embrace this challenge.
Hug the mountain! Literally at some point…

Wednesday July 1st 2015 – Support is key!
It’s my last day at work before I’ll be going on the big adventure. It being an adventure is evident from the heartwarming support I get from friends, family and colleagues: from a pat on the shoulder till hugs, good-luck-charms, chocolate hidden in my bag and got-me-to-tears postcards. I’m overwhelmed!

Thursday July 2nd – Saturday July 4th – Do I need a bigger bag?
Stressing out over packing!! I can honestly say I’ve studied the gear checklist, provided by Mountain Network, to the best of my abilities. Check-check-double-check. I gather all required, and some more, clothing plus everything I suppose might be convenient at some point during the trip. From soap-without-water till (nail)scissors and from a bathing suit (you never know ;)) till a sleeping mask. I rented most of the wind- and waterproof clothing from Mountain Network, along with all the technical gear like the pickel, crampons and gaiters. The last few days before heading full speed into this adventure I stay over at my parents house for some pampering. On Saturday I head to the store to buy me some pack-food; snickers, granola bars and chocolate. Because you turn into a right diva when you’re hungry.

Everything fits in the bags. Yet another thing I need not to worry about. Ready to Rock!

Sunday July 5th 2015 – Dinner with a view!
I’m travelling to Chamonix with fellow expedition members Bart and Y.  They left home at around 8 am and pick me up near the highway, where my mum, dad and sister Chelsi dropped me off and will be waiving me goodbye. It’s on! Did I pack everything that was on the list? Did I train enough? What’s the weather like on the mountain? What the hell was I thinking taking on this challenge? A number of questions that pop into my mind at some point along the way, but vanish once we approach our destination and have a first glance of Mont Blanc. This is what brought me here!

Yay, almost there!