This is a post about the day I ended up in France and had absolutely no idea until I was on top of the mountain and started to get suspicious and had to confirm it by sending a whatsapp location marker to a friend to find out which country I was in. And then I accidentally hiked halfway down the mountain and couldn’t walk for the next four days of my holiday. Yeah, it was a weird day. Thank you, Kristine, for packing me a bottle of Corona for breakfast :D
Aiguille du Midi is insanely cool though, and you can just pay your way up, no need to hike!
