Day 6: Les Contamines

Day 6 - Les Contamines Today was an easy stage - as the book suggests - from Les Houches to Les Contamines.  There was one not too difficult col and a pleasant walk in the forest and through some small villages.  Actually, it would have been pleasant if not the knee which is still bothering me.  So I was in town at 3 pm to get more rest for my knee.  I know this town from the Tour de Mont Blanc when I stayed here at the end of the first stage.  I went to the central hotel which was full last time. Asked for a room and got the answer that the hotel actually is going through reconstruction after the recent fire and works now only as a restaurant.  Checked the other hotel and it was closed because the owners are taking a vacation right now.  Eventually the Tourist Information Office (TI) girl made several calls and gave me directions to what was the chambre d'hote - a chalet with the two rooms upstairs for rent.  It is about a mile back to where I came from.  I took a shower and went back to the town to buy some food.  Came back and asked the owners for a knife and a plate.  Surprise!  By the law running the chambres d'hotes they are not allowed to have tenants to eat or drink in the room, except for the included in the price breakfast in the dining room.  The owner offered to give me a ride back to town.  And now I am having my "complex" Tyrolean dinner at some creperie.  I am supposed to call the owners back to pick me up.  Another new experience...

So what is this Tyrolean dinner?  A bowl of iceberg salad, a large square thin flat pancake (galette) which wraps around a large but very thin slice of ham, an egg fried over easy and served on a separate plate, a glass of red wine.  The price is 12.35 Euros.  Roughly half of the people are having galettes and the other half are having a fondue which is as popular in this part of France as in Switzerland.  Now I was offered a crepe with chocolate and I could not resist, mainly because of how the waitress said it in French.  Well, it is a thin pancake with melted chocolate and a touch of vanilla powder.  Not much - but the way she said it...

I have successfully called my hosts and Michel picked me up.  He insisted that I should not buckle up because it is only one mile and there are no police around.  He knew the German word autobahn and I knew the French word montagne and that helped to discuss his car.

Until now I had pretty good cell phone coverage but this may end as I go farther away from the touristy places.