View up to tete rousse

A tram was rolling into the station as we walked down towards the platform. We tried to sprint to ensure we didn't miss it but with heavy mountain boots and a rucksack on we broke into a something like a brisk shuffle. Jonathan tried to hide his frustration when he found out that the female station manager was operating a tres unique et merde syteme for ticket sales and bookings. A dozen folk stepped off the tram and a couple of old ladies got on before us. Using our combined powers of logic, calculus and analytical reasoning we made a reasonable guesstimation that another ten persons could enter the tram before it would be full. Our female station manager had other plans and the tram had mysteriously become fully booked once the ladies had got on. Jonathan entered into conversation with the lady and tried to teach her some basic arithmetic but unfortunately to her 12 minus 2 meant full so we waited for the next tram. Jonathan cursed her and her family and their neighbours and their pets whilst we waited. "This would never happen is switzerland you know!". Eventually we got on our way when our names came out the hat for places on the next tram. We could pick parts of the route out as we got further up the mountain. We had planned to stay over in the tete rousse refuge for a few hours before setting off at one in the morning for our final summit push in the dark. The tete rousse was much better in my opinion than the filthy gouter hut. Our summit day was 4 hours longer but it was a much better experience in the end.