As we crossed borders into Swiss on day 6 we saw the landscape change from green into a more rocky terrain. It was a sunny day but very cold so we hiked in all of our layers of cloths. Just past midday we arrived in La Fouly. Unfortunately all the restaurants were closed so we bought lunch at the supermarket and took it to the river. Lunch at the river and soaking our tired feet in the freezing water was the best combination. That night we slept on mattresses on the floor at the attic with ten other hikers. 

Day 7 started in a rush, we needed to catch the bus to Praz the Fort. In this small town we started to climb over 1500 meters and by lunch time we had a well deserved view (they say the best views come after the hardest climbs, it’s true). To stick with the clichés, what goes up must come down. After a long climb we had to descend into the valley to reach the next hut. During this descend I got so tired that my body started to shake. This shaking made me a bit afraid whether I would make it down safely and that thought got stuck in my head. Luckily we found a restaurant that sold French fries, these where also stuck in my mind for about 4 days. More dead than alive we arrived at the hut were our Dutch friends were anxiously waiting for us with cold soda. 

The next day started slow, neither of us slept well because of a snoring person in our room. We packed our things and walked over to the dinning room where we stumbled upon a waiting line. There was no breakfast and the person who was responsible for it was no were to be found. Eventually we decided to eat some snacks and hike up the mountain. Halfway through the climb we encountered some rain and thunder and we had to hide as best as possible on this rocky mountain slope. On top of the mountain there was an interesting view over the gletsjer but we were more distracted by a hut in the distance. We heard stories of delicious food from hiker who we came across on trail. We run towards the hut and were greeted with salads and homemade cherie pies. Ofcourse we took both. In the afternoon we finally arrived in Trient, the city famous for the pink church. Koen we not feeling great because we skipped breakfast and lunch so he went to bed. Again the dinner was amazing and after that it was of to bed.

On day 9 we crossed borders back into France again. It was a beautiful climb with natural carved stairs and a lot of rocky hills. On top of the pass we had lunch at a hut and decended back in the vallei of Charmonix. We arrived at the hut where our Dutch friends were staying as well. Koen was on a mission to collect the most beautiful crocs (you are kindly asked to leave your dirty hiker shoes by the door and change into crocs or other shoes provided by the hut). His were pink with diamand studs on them. That night we had the best dinner on trail so far. Even the madeleines (sweet French cookies) were homemade. Outside the weather turned for the worse but inside it was cosy. We talked with the host about the next leg of the trail and taking into consideration that we were not that experienced in the mountains, he advised against going up. 

Day 10 turned out to be the last day on trail. Although we were a bit sad we could not finish the last 2 days, we decided to walk back to Les Houches to complete a continuous footpath. It was pouring rain all day and we were happy we did not go up the mountain. In the afternoon we were back at the car, drove back to Charmonix and went out for pizza. That night we celebrated the hike with wine and a nice glass of Genepi (a French Liquor).