Sometimes you bite off more than you can chew. Setting out to cross the French alps on foot was too much for my feet.
My feet definitely wasn't conditioned for heavy trail use after about a year of cycling training. I pushed hard as my legs were fine and my overall cardiovascular shape was alright. But the chain isn't stronger than its weakest link - which this time were my feet (I'll save you for showing photos of them). After about 100 km in 4 days I reached Chamonix and decided to call it.
I reached Chamonix almost the same time as a storm and was basically stuck in my tent for two full days - partly due to the weather and partly due to my feet. After a few days of semi-forced rest I decided to stick around and explore Chamonix. That turned out to be a great experience! Glaciers, rivers, forest, mountain views, snow - what a place!
After little over a week in the Chamonix valley I decided to go home. Originally the plan was to catch a plane in Nice by the mediterranean sea but ended up going back to Geneva. This wasn't the trip I set out to do - and it was hard not to finish what I had started. Nonetheless it ended up being one of the best trips of my life. The French alps are still there - and I'm watching them as I'm getting better at chewing.