Chamonix and Geneva Holoholo

Our group shrank by two as Deborah and Patrick separated and drove to Switzerland in search of waterfalls and K-drama locations.

We checked out of the smelly hotel and moved into the cheery one down the block. Bienvenu! Time to paint the town red. Or some shade of subdued color.

Group photo with the Olympics logo of five interlocking rings that represents the five continents and the colors of blue, yellow, black, green, and red were chosen because at least one of these colors were on the flags of every known country in 1913 when it was designed. The first Winter Olympics were also held in this city in 1924.

Lunch at the restaurant founded by a chef who is a three-time sushi vice champion. Whatever that is. It’s an annual competition amongst non-Japanese sushi chefs judged by Japanese.

We had our TMB shirts, gaiters and other souvenirs but not the raison d’être for being here, so we boarded the bus to find it.

Group photo at the famous archway that is the “official” start and end of the TMB trail.

Individual photos under the wooden archway.

Monkey see, monkey do.

Keeping the sinners locked inside. The holy water was boiling.

Repent and pray harder.

We took the bus back and hopped off at the nearby artificial lake that was created at the beginning of the 20th century when the excavations for a nearby railroad line left a huge hole. Just add water.

No swimming allowed. Stumping permitted.

Group photo with the cloud cloaked Mount Blanc in the background.

We crossed the road to explore the “ruins” we had sighted from the lake.

Looking out from the “cave” across Lac Sinclair where Chico and Ferlino stood on the other side.

Turns out these so-called “ruins” were actually the remains of a amusement or tourist park built by Lord Sinclair in 1886.

Looking up at the 15,766′ mountain that lays claim to being the highest peak in Europe and whose ownership is contested between France and Italy.

We stopped at this budget friendly hotel that has been welcoming tourists since 1930 to have ice cream from Australia.

Imitating the pedestrian stick figure that was first designed in 1961 by German traffic psychologist Karl Peglau to be more intuitive than symbols.

We popped into this bakery saloon to have Soupe à l’oignon and chocolate pastries, while the others shopped for souvenirs.

Back in our hotel rooms for a spell, never understood why European showers have only half-screens. I read it’s because to save costs, easier to clean, space constraints and assuming that users can direct water where needed.

We had dinner at the nearby Italian restaurant and some had gelato in a cone for dessert on the streets of Chamonix.

Wednesday September 10, 2025

Checked out of our nice smelling and friendly hotel as we spent the last day in France.

Lionel, our guide for today, picked the four of us up from the hotel with our rented helmets and harnesses. The rest would take a bus to Geneva. We would join them later.

Deja vu. We found ourselves back at the mountain resort that marked the end of our TMB trek two days ago.

The start of our via ferrata or iron path.

Walking down past the chair lift and mountain hut with stunning views of the Alps in front of us.

Stepping down.

Traversing over a short scree field.

Going up the trail with the Mont Blanc massif mountain range behind us.

Time to put our rental equipment to good use.

Following the cabled path on the first via ferrata created in Chamonix in 2016.

Scrambling over protruding rocks.

The lanyards were somewhat of a hindrance on some parts, so I didn’t use them going up the Jardin a Michel section. Not recommended.

Chico clipped in and properly using the shock absorbing lanyards.

The Compagnie des Guides rated the Via Ferrata des Evettes as 2 out of 5 for difficulty.

Some of the vertical sections were surprisingly somewhat taxing, especially when you had to wait your turn to ascend and you were just hanging on these metal rungs on the side of a cliff.

Follow me. Easy peasy.

The rest of us crossing on the first suspension bridge, Pont des Chamois, which was roughly 20′ long. A taste of what was to come later.

Squeezing our way though the Boite aux lettres.

Climbing up and over a ridge.

Robin roped in.

Not quite an overhang, but close enough for our purposes today.

Making our way up the near vertical Deidre a Lolo section. I didn’t know they speak pidgin in France.

Looking down at the rest of the group climbing up, where is our rope?

Chico climbing out of the clouds.

You can do it. Look at me. I’m going backwards. Bouncing up and down. You can do it.

The face of determination or something close to it.

Balancing my way across the 164′ long Himalayan bridge.

One foot in front of the other foot. Repeat until the end.

Chico high above the valley floor.

Highlight of the day for Chico.

Ferlino bouncing on the suspension bridge.

We are done, time to shed the helmets and harnesses. Just got to hike back to La Flegere and beat the rain.

Following the posts and painted rocks to the cable car station.

Chico and Ferlino making their way down through the boulder field.

Walking down in the soupy mess of weather.

The end of our fun today. Lionel drove us back to Sanglard Sports to return our rental equipment and we tipped him for his time and trouble.

Sitting in a vintage gondola car circa 1920s.

We had lunch at this highly recommended place that served gourmet hot dogs. More like a hot mess. I guess I’m more of a Costco hot dog kind of guy. We then walked back to our hotel and picked up our luggage and waited at the bus stop for our ride to Geneva. What looked like a homeless French person approached us and struck up a conversation with us and turns out he was waiting for his Chinese side piece who soon got off another bus. They then provided bi-lingual drama entertainment by yelling at each other in public, actually the woman was the active participant and the man was the passive participant. Robin, Chico and myself soon boarded the bus while Ferlino got lucky and took an earlier bus. We arrived in the town of Geneva where the bus dropped off the passengers at the first stop and was leaving for our destination, the airport. When the mad hatter woke up and ran up and down the aisle “I fell asleep! I need to get off! Stop the bus! Sorry!” We got off at the airport and was going to foolishly walk to our hotel when a well-placed call saved us and we took the shuttle and checked in.

Meanwhile, Aida, Mari and Roger had arrived in the city that started as a Roman settlement in 58 B.C.. The group checked in, had their lunch and started their city tour. Walking city tour.

Mari with the landmark water fountain that jets water up to 490′ high. Depending on the spot and wind direction, one may get slightly drenched.

The flower clock that was created in 1955 as a homage to the city’s watchmakers that is made up of 6,500 flowers and plants as the Geneva Ferris Wheel rotated in the background.

Walking through the commercial heart of Geneva.

Passing through a Chapelle in the cobblestone square in the old town of Geneva.

Exploring the historic church that was built on an ancient site of worship in 1160 and has been modified multiple times as it transitioned from Catholic to Calvinist faiths.

Three canons standing guard outside the 15th century armory.

Built in 1767 and measuring 413 feet long, this panoramic seat lays claim to being the world’s longest wooden bench. No rest for the weary.

Shall we eat here?

The monument located in the University of Geneva has four statues of men that were key proponents of Calvinism, the faith that believes God has predestined people who will be saved, rather than the Catholic Church who believes salvation lies in faith and good works.

City sightseeing.

“To get squares, you have to give up squares.” – Bobby Fischer.

Satisfying the sweet tooth.

Our last dinner in Europe where we dined on steak, had dessert prepared at our table and got charged roughly 30 dollars for 3 liters of water. Sacre bleu! At least, I brought my own drink. Saved some euros.

Thursday September 11, 2025

We checked out early to catch the airport shuttle, as Ferlino and Robin went their separate ways to go back home.

The flights back home were three connecting flights from Geneva to London, London to San Francisco and San Francisco to Honolulu. 18 hours total.

That concluded our European trip which was filled with awesome adventures, spectacular sightseeing, wonderful memories and in the company of good friends. Mahalo!

Photos taken by Aida Gordon, Chico Cantu, Ferlino Carinio, Mari Saito, Robin Farr, Roger Schiffman, and yours truly. Not necessarily in order.

Note: I have been made aware that some hikers have been using my blog as a hiking guide and getting lost on the trails. Please note that this blog was made to document the hike for the crew(s) that did it. That is why some of my comments will seem to have no relevance or meaning to anybody outside of the crew(s) that hiked that trail. My blog was never meant as a hiking guide, so please do not treat it as such. If you find inspiration and entertainment from these hikes, that is more than enough. If you plan on replicating these hikes, do so in the knowledge that you should do your own research accordingly as trail conditions, access, legalities and so forth are constantly in flux. What was current today is most likely yesterdays news. Please be prepared to accept any risks and responsibilities on your own as you should know your own limitations, experience and abilities before you even set foot on a trail, as even the “simplest” or “easiest” of trails can present potential pitfalls for even the most “experienced” hikers. One should also always let somebody know of your hiking plans in case something doesn’t go as planned, better safe than sorry.

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