This is the story of how I discovered what it feels like to be an ice king, even if just for a few hours.
A small lovely city. Usually busy in the winter. However, in summer it was quite busy as well. Let’s start with the first view.
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First glimpses of Chamonix
View from the house I was staying. To get to the top, you either walk or use a cable car. How it’s up there? Check future blog posts.
Another view from the house. There was a local train that went from Chamonix to Mer de Glace Ice Cave. It was like a mountain train and it was going super slow.
Don’t have any pictures of how it looked, but it reminded me of a train from childhood that was powered by coal. Ice Cave was somewhere on the left side behind all those trees. It looks it’s very close, right?
The journey to the ice cave
Nearly there. From the train station, you could use a car cable to go down to the cave. You can always take the most adventurous part and walk down, which would be another hour. So I did it the easy way.
Cable car down to the cave. Almost there, a bit of queue and I was almost inside a pure ice block.
Inside the frozen world
In life it looked massive. Not to mention it was melting quite fast, but it was safe.
This did warm up my heart. From inside.
Fireplace
It was a warm summer day. But still inside was a bit chilly but easy to handle. Check the video to see how it looked from the inside. You can see that my hand can easily melt ice. Imagine everyone doing that every hour.
I’m not even wondering about global warming. It’s true. :D
Here I felt like an ice king. Truly king. Inside.
Without comments. It was a great ice cave experience. I always like to check caves. Might be because our older generations lived in caves? Well, everything could be..