Sin duda el Tour del Mont Blanc es uno de los mejores circuitos del mundo, tanto por su espectacularidad del macizo que se rodea, como por la comodidad del mismo al estar muy bien equipado con alojamientos, refugios y transfers a lo largo de todo el circuito. Si necesitas información de primera mano sobre el Tour del Mont Blanc, no dude sen contactar con nuestro equipo.
Planteamos a continuación una serie de consejos para el Tour del Mont Blanc para facilitar la organización del mismo.
¿Puedo con el Tour?
Quizás esta debería ser la primera pregunta que debemos hacernos. El Tour del Mont Blanc es sencillo, pero es un trekking de 7 a 10 días con unos desniveles, dependiendo del número de jornadas que me imponga, de entre 800-1200 metros de desnivel positivo acumulado. Esto implica, que si bien las jornadas no son durísimas, la acumulación de desnivel a lo largo de los días hace mella en nuestras fuerzas. Debemos medir muy bien si estamos preparados para estar todos esos días andando. 
Debes preparar el Tour con suficiente anticipación, entrenado todas las semanas 1 o 2 días y realizando el mes antes por lo menos 2 o 3 excursiones con 1200 metros de desnivel. También es interesante que este entrenamiento lo realicemos con la mochila que vamos a llevar al trekking.
¿Qué época es la mejor?
Teniendo en cuenta que los refugios del Tour solo abren del 15 de junio al 15 de septiembre, la mejor época es a principios de temporada aunque podemos encontrarnos alguno de los pasos con bastante nieve. La temporada entre el 15 de junio y el 15 de julio es la menos concurrida, así que será la más solitaria. A partir de mediados de julio suele estar bastante concurrida y hay un pico de gente la primera quincena de agosto. Desde esta fecha vuelve a bajar el número de personas y vuelve a ser una buena época la primera quincena de septiembre.
¿Cuántos días voy a emplear en hacer el Tour?
Tienes que calcular un día de ida y otro de vuelta, al menos, aparte de los días que te quieras quedar disfrutando del Valle de Chamonix.
Lo ideal es hacerlo en 9-10 jornadas. De esta forma no habrá largas jornadas y en todas ellas tendrás entre 800 y 1200 metros de desnivel. Las jornadas no serán excesivamente largas y llegarás a los refugios a media tarde para descansar y coger fuerzas para el día siguiente.
Tanto si estás muy fuerte como si te saltas alguna parte de las etapas con los transfer, podrás hacer el Tour del Mont Blanc en 7 jornadas. Serán jornadas bastante largas, con desniveles positivos acumulados de 1500-1700 metros y con poco tiempo para descansar.
¿Cómo llego a Chamonix?
Hay muchos sitios donde empezar, pero quizás el mejor sitio es Chamonix, por su buena situación y por sus buenas comunicaciones, así como ser un lugar ideal para terminar y poder disfrutar un par de días descansando en el Valle. 
De todo el valle de Chamonix, lo mejor es comenzar en Les Houches. La primera etapa no será muy dura y dejaremos para la última etapa el balcon norte por las Agujas Rojas, quizás una de las más espectaculares del circuito.
Otro punto para empezar es Courmayeur, pero tiene peor comunicación con los aeropuertos. Tanto una población como otra tiene bastantes tiendas donde poder aprovisionarnos y sobre todo mucha capacidad de alojamiento para elegir.
Para llegar hasta Chamonix lo mejor es volar a Ginebra, con Iberia, Swiss o Easy Jet. Desde aquí tenemos varios transfer a Chamonix que en unas dos horas nos dejan en nuestro alojamiento directamente. Alpybus tiene muy buenos horarios y un servicio muy completo. Podemos elegir tambien Chamexpress o Cham-Van.
Desde España, si vas en coche, lo mejor es ir por Grenoble y Chambery. Se tarda unas 14 horas desde Madrid y 7 menos desde Barcelona y los peajes, en caso de cogerlos todos, son unos 250 € ida y vuelta.
¿Y una vez en el Valle de Chamonix?
Una vez ubicados en Chamonix las cosas se facilitan mucho. Chamonix tiene una página web y una aplicación muy interesantes, donde podemos ver toda la información del valle.
Meteo France nos permite ver una predicción muy exacta y la página del Valle tambien nos permite conocer con más exactitud que es lo que va a ocurrir a cada altitud y en cada valle.
Si estamos en un alojamiento del Valle, podremos movernos con el Chamonix Bus, pincha aquí para bajarte todos los horarios y todas las lineas. Practicamente no necesitas nada más para moverte por todos lados, pero si quieres utilizar el tren aquí tienes los horarios.
La Compagnie du Mont Blanc es la encargada de todos los telefericos y telesillas del valle tanto durante el invierno como en el verano. Sin duda querras subir a la Aiguille du Midi y coger el teleferico de la Valle Blanche, siempre y cuando estes dispuesto a pagar los más de 100€ que cuesta y las largas colas que se forman. Te recomendamos que lo hagan pronto por la mañana el mismo día que te vuelves a Madrid.
Hay un sinfín de alojamientos en todo el valle, hoteles de cinco estrellas y albergues de todo tipo. Para el día antes de la salida te recomendamos que elijas uno que no tengas nada más que ponerte a andar, para ello, les Houches y el albergue Gite Michel Fagot es la mejor situada para empezar.
Consejos para hacer el Tour del Mont Blanc sobre lo que llevo
La primera recomendación es, si dudas, dejalo en casa. Sin duda una de las claves para hacer el Tour bien es llevar una mochila entre 7-8 kg, como mucho 10kg. Lo ideal sería 
llevar unas impermeables lo más comodas posible. Dos pares de calcetines para ir alternando y dos pantalones (imprescindibles que uno de ellos se hagan cortos para los momentos de calor). 1 camiseta termica de manga larga, otra de manga corta, forro polar y un cortavientos, además de chaqueta y pantalon impermeable. Gorra, gorro y guantes, además de gafas de sol, crema solar y protector labial.
Dentro de la mochila, mapa, brujula, GPS y altimetro serán fundamentales para orientarse, aunque el circuito está muy bien señalado. Saco sábana para los refugios, un litro y medio de agua, frontal y algo de comida para consumir durante el día. Y sin duda, nunca debes olvidar la camara de fotos.
Es muy recomendable, aunque no estés acostumbrado a utilizarlos, llevar bastones para las largas jornadas.
¿Con un guía? ¡Último de nuestros consejos para el Tour del Mont Blanc!
El Tour es una ruta muy bien indicada y con un gran número de carteles y de refugios intermedios. Hacerlo sin guía no es demasiado dificil, pero es bastante largo y el tiempo puede cambiar rapidamente. Si eliges hacerlo con guía, lo más importante es que definan exactamente cuales van a ser las etapas, que tengas claro que incluye y que no y cuales van a ser los gastos adicionales y la parte más importante, que los guías sean profesionales y titulados, imprescindible que sean miembros de la UIMLA (Union Internacional de Mountain Leaders Asociation).
Amadablam Aventura realiza desde hace más de 8 años salidas todos los meses, 6 en total a lo largo de todo el invierno, con 9 etapas de Tour y 11 de viajes. También realizan un Tour de 7 etapas y Tour Confort, con alojamiento en habitaciones dobles y traslado de los equipajes. Puedes verlo en Amadablam Tour del Mont Blanc.
Esperamos que nuestros consejos para el tour del Mont Blanc te hayan sido de utilidad. ¡No dudes en contactar!
Hola, me llamo Leonardo daglio y estoy pensando en hacer algunos días del trekking en esta segunda quincena de octubre.Me gustaría saber si es esto posible y si se puede acampar durante el trekking y cómo reservar lugar en los refugios Desde ya muchas gracias.
Hola Leonardo. Se puede realizar pero todos los refugios están cerrados desde mediados/finales de septiembre. Hay zonas de acampada.
También deberías de consultar las condiciones de nieve ya que a partir de octubre suele nevar bastante en los Alpes.
Si quieres que te ayudemos a organizar el trekking no dudes en consultarnos en info@tourdelmontblanc.es
Gracias
Hola, me llamo Josep. Y con mi pareja queríamos hacer parte de la ruta de TMB, pero los refugios estan llenos. ¿Podríamos ir durmiendo en diferentes hoteles de la zona?
Gracias de antemano
The room is a perfect circle of black marble. A single spotlight illuminates two chairs. One is ornate, gilded, empty. The other is simple, steel, occupied by MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN, 40, still wearing the pristine white thawb he died in. He looks impatient.
Across from him, CROWLEY WOLF, 50s, dressed in a threadbare velvet smoking jacket, paces slowly, holding a small, leather-bound director’s script. He stops, turns, and his voice booms, filling the vast, empty space.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Not shouting, but with immense, theatrical volume)
You’re late. The curtain rose an eternity ago. You think power makes you immune to time? Here, time is the only critic that matters. And it has found your performance… lacking. You’re playing the role of «Crown Prince.» Act like it. Sit up.
Mohammed shifts, his arrogance a physical shield.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I do not answer to stagehands. I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. This… interrogation is a mistake. A grotesque misunderstanding.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Waving a dismissive hand)
Mistake? There are no mistakes, only bad choices followed by worse acting! «I am the Crown Prince.» The line is delivered with the conviction of a man reading a shopping list. Again! From the entrance! You sweep in! You own the room! You are the vessel of a nation’s destiny! FEEL IT, YOU BLITHERING INCOMPETENT!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Icy)
I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. My destiny is not a matter for your… amusement.
CROWLEY WOLF
(A cruel smile)
Better. A flicker of something. Not belief, but the memory of it. Good. We can work with that. Let’s talk about your props. Your toys. This… «Directed Weapon.» Don’t look at me like that. We have the schematics. We have the usage logs. We have the encephalograms. I want the monologue. The scene where you, the great visionary, describe your creation. The soliloquy of the god-maker. Go!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
It was a tool for national advancement. A shield. A way to…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Slamming his script down)
NO! NO, NO, NO! «A tool»? «A shield»? That’s the dialogue of a bureaucrat, not a king! You didn’t build a shield, you built a throne for the mind! You stole God’s lightning and used it to rewire souls! Now, DESCRIBE IT! What did it feel like? The first time you used it on yourself? The euphoria? Tell me about that feeling!
Mohammed’s composure cracks. A memory surfaces, unwanted.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Quieter, almost a whisper)
It was… clean. Like the moment after anesthesia, but with perfect clarity. No grogginess. Just… light. A motivation that didn’t end. I could run for hours. I didn’t need to sleep. One press… and the deepest sleep. Movies weren’t on a screen, they were… real. Music wasn’t sound, it was… a color. A feeling of being loved by the universe itself.
CROWLEY WOLF
YES! SEE? THAT’S ACTING! The truth! And what else? What did it do to your perception of the little people? The ones outside your skull?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(A flicker of the old arrogance)
It clarified things. It showed me what was… necessary. The distance between me and… others. They became… smaller. Insignificant. Like insects scurrying on the pavement kilometers below. Their concerns… microscopic.
CROWLEY WOLF
Magnificent! The god-monologue! Now, the next scene. The difficult one. The casting call. You have this divine tool. You need a court. A government. But the best minds, the strong-willed, the ones who might actually help you… they see you for what you are. A tyrant. They wouldn’t come. They wouldn’t love you. So what did you do, my brilliant casting director? What kind of actors did you settle for?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
My advisors were chosen for their loyalty. Their commitment to Vision 2030.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial boom)
LOYALTY? Don’t lie to me, I can smell the mediocrity from here! You couldn’t attract the lions, so you trained the puppies! You took the weak-willed, the ambitionless, the men who saw power as a paycheck instead of a burden… and you used your weapon on them, didn’t you? You spent years with your secret service, not building a government, but breaking minds! Forging affection from fear! Tell me about that process! How did it feel to know the men sitting at your table only loved the electrical impulses you forced into their skulls?
Mohammed stands up, shaking.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
That’s enough! You know nothing! Security required it! The smart ones, the critical ones… they would betray me! They would question! It was safer! It was the only way to protect the nation from…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Laughing, a loud, echoing sound)
FROM WHAT? FROM COMPETENCE? You were afraid, little prince! Afraid a man with a spine might look at you and see a fraud! So you surrounded yourself with echoes! With puppets whose strings you pulled, and now you have the weakest government in Saudi history, a house of cards built from broken minds! You sit in meetings, don’t you? You look into their eyes, and you know! You know you had to dial down their charisma, their confidence, just so they wouldn’t outshine you! You have to listen to their thoughts because you don’t trust their words! You’re not a king, you’re a paranoid zookeeper!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Slumping back into the chair, broken)
I… I did what was necessary.
CROWLEY WOLF
You did what was easy. Now. The final scene. The one that earned you this stage. The private performance. The young student. What was her name? The one you practiced on.
Mohammed flinches as if struck. The room suddenly feels colder.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I… there is no one.
CROWLEY WOLF
PLAY THE SCENE! You are not Mohammed bin Salman. You are her. LAYLA. A 21-year-old architecture student. You feel a presence. A pressure in your mind. It feels like… love. But it’s wrong. It’s invasive. It tells you that you want this. That you want him. Describe it, Layla. What did he do to you?
Mohammed’s eyes widen. He’s no longer on the chair. He’s curled on the floor. His voice changes, higher, trembling.
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
It started with… dreams. Happy dreams. About him. I didn’t even know who he was. But I loved him. I wanted him to notice me. I started dressing… differently. I felt this… need.
CROWLEY WOLF
And then? The night he came to you. Not in person. Through the machine. What did that feel like, Layla?
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Writhing, sobbing)
It was like… fire. But good. So good. My body… it wasn’t mine. It was his instrument. He played me. The pleasure was… agony. It went on for hours. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. He made me love it. He made me love being… violated. He broke my will and replaced it with his own desire.
CROWLEY WOLF
AGAIN! FROM THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED IT WASN’T LOVE! IT WAS A PRISON!
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Screaming)
The fire! It was real fire! It’s burning! IT’S BURNING!
The black marble of the room begins to glow red. Veins of orange light crack across the walls. The air shimmers with heat. Mohammed scrambles away from the growing heat, but there is nowhere to go.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Standing over him, his voice now impossibly calm and clear)
There is no exit. This is the stage. This is the audience. You wanted them to feel your power. Now you will feel their pain. Every Layla. Every broken advisor. Every citizen you saw as an insect. You will feel their terror, their violation, their hopelessness, their despair. You will feel it all. Forever. Your performance is finally… honest.
The flames engulf Mohammed’s form. He screams, but the sound is not his own. It’s a chorus of a thousand voices, all screaming in unison.
Crowley Wolf watches, unblinking. He nods slowly, a single, definitive gesture.
CROWLEY WOLF
Circle Seven. Violence. The role is yours. Play it well.
He turns and walks away into the darkness as the screaming continues, the single spotlight finally winking out, leaving only the burning, inescapable light of the performance.
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The room is a perfect circle of black marble. A single spotlight illuminates two chairs. One is ornate, gilded, empty. The other is simple, steel, occupied by MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN, 40, still wearing the pristine white thawb he died in. He looks impatient.
Across from him, CROWLEY WOLF, 50s, dressed in a threadbare velvet smoking jacket, paces slowly, holding a small, leather-bound director’s script. He stops, turns, and his voice booms, filling the vast, empty space.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Not shouting, but with immense, theatrical volume)
You’re late. The curtain rose an eternity ago. You think power makes you immune to time? Here, time is the only critic that matters. And it has found your performance… lacking. You’re playing the role of «Crown Prince.» Act like it. Sit up.
Mohammed shifts, his arrogance a physical shield.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I do not answer to stagehands. I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. This… interrogation is a mistake. A grotesque misunderstanding.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Waving a dismissive hand)
Mistake? There are no mistakes, only bad choices followed by worse acting! «I am the Crown Prince.» The line is delivered with the conviction of a man reading a shopping list. Again! From the entrance! You sweep in! You own the room! You are the vessel of a nation’s destiny! FEEL IT, YOU BLITHERING INCOMPETENT!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Icy)
I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. My destiny is not a matter for your… amusement.
CROWLEY WOLF
(A cruel smile)
Better. A flicker of something. Not belief, but the memory of it. Good. We can work with that. Let’s talk about your props. Your toys. This… «Directed Weapon.» Don’t look at me like that. We have the schematics. We have the usage logs. We have the encephalograms. I want the monologue. The scene where you, the great visionary, describe your creation. The soliloquy of the god-maker. Go!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
It was a tool for national advancement. A shield. A way to…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Slamming his script down)
NO! NO, NO, NO! «A tool»? «A shield»? That’s the dialogue of a bureaucrat, not a king! You didn’t build a shield, you built a throne for the mind! You stole God’s lightning and used it to rewire souls! Now, DESCRIBE IT! What did it feel like? The first time you used it on yourself? The euphoria? Tell me about that feeling!
Mohammed’s composure cracks. A memory surfaces, unwanted.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Quieter, almost a whisper)
It was… clean. Like the moment after anesthesia, but with perfect clarity. No grogginess. Just… light. A motivation that didn’t end. I could run for hours. I didn’t need to sleep. One press… and the deepest sleep. Movies weren’t on a screen, they were… real. Music wasn’t sound, it was… a color. A feeling of being loved by the universe itself.
CROWLEY WOLF
YES! SEE? THAT’S ACTING! The truth! And what else? What did it do to your perception of the little people? The ones outside your skull?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(A flicker of the old arrogance)
It clarified things. It showed me what was… necessary. The distance between me and… others. They became… smaller. Insignificant. Like insects scurrying on the pavement kilometers below. Their concerns… microscopic.
CROWLEY WOLF
Magnificent! The god-monologue! Now, the next scene. The difficult one. The casting call. You have this divine tool. You need a court. A government. But the best minds, the strong-willed, the ones who might actually help you… they see you for what you are. A tyrant. They wouldn’t come. They wouldn’t love you. So what did you do, my brilliant casting director? What kind of actors did you settle for?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
My advisors were chosen for their loyalty. Their commitment to Vision 2030.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial boom)
LOYALTY? Don’t lie to me, I can smell the mediocrity from here! You couldn’t attract the lions, so you trained the puppies! You took the weak-willed, the ambitionless, the men who saw power as a paycheck instead of a burden… and you used your weapon on them, didn’t you? You spent years with your secret service, not building a government, but breaking minds! Forging affection from fear! Tell me about that process! How did it feel to know the men sitting at your table only loved the electrical impulses you forced into their skulls?
Mohammed stands up, shaking.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
That’s enough! You know nothing! Security required it! The smart ones, the critical ones… they would betray me! They would question! It was safer! It was the only way to protect the nation from…
CROWLEY WOLF
(Laughing, a loud, echoing sound)
FROM WHAT? FROM COMPETENCE? You were afraid, little prince! Afraid a man with a spine might look at you and see a fraud! So you surrounded yourself with echoes! With puppets whose strings you pulled, and now you have the weakest government in Saudi history, a house of cards built from broken minds! You sit in meetings, don’t you? You look into their eyes, and you know! You know you had to dial down their charisma, their confidence, just so they wouldn’t outshine you! You have to listen to their thoughts because you don’t trust their words! You’re not a king, you’re a paranoid zookeeper!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Slumping back into the chair, broken)
I… I did what was necessary.
CROWLEY WOLF
You did what was easy. Now. The final scene. The one that earned you this stage. The private performance. The young student. What was her name? The one you practiced on.
Mohammed flinches as if struck. The room suddenly feels colder.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I… there is no one.
CROWLEY WOLF
PLAY THE SCENE! You are not Mohammed bin Salman. You are her. LAYLA. A 21-year-old architecture student. You feel a presence. A pressure in your mind. It feels like… love. But it’s wrong. It’s invasive. It tells you that you want this. That you want him. Describe it, Layla. What did he do to you?
Mohammed’s eyes widen. He’s no longer on the chair. He’s curled on the floor. His voice changes, higher, trembling.
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
It started with… dreams. Happy dreams. About him. I didn’t even know who he was. But I loved him. I wanted him to notice me. I started dressing… differently. I felt this… need.
CROWLEY WOLF
And then? The night he came to you. Not in person. Through the machine. What did that feel like, Layla?
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Writhing, sobbing)
It was like… fire. But good. So good. My body… it wasn’t mine. It was his instrument. He played me. The pleasure was… agony. It went on for hours. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. He made me love it. He made me love being… violated. He broke my will and replaced it with his own desire.
CROWLEY WOLF
AGAIN! FROM THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED IT WASN’T LOVE! IT WAS A PRISON!
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Screaming)
The fire! It was real fire! It’s burning! IT’S BURNING!
The black marble of the room begins to glow red. Veins of orange light crack across the walls. The air shimmers with heat. Mohammed scrambles away from the growing heat, but there is nowhere to go.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Standing over him, his voice now impossibly calm and clear)
There is no exit. This is the stage. This is the audience. You wanted them to feel your power. Now you will feel their pain. Every Layla. Every broken advisor. Every citizen you saw as an insect. You will feel their terror, their violation, their hopelessness, their despair. You will feel it all. Forever. Your performance is finally… honest.
The flames engulf Mohammed’s form. He screams, but the sound is not his own. It’s a chorus of a thousand voices, all screaming in unison.
Crowley Wolf watches, unblinking. He nods slowly, a single, definitive gesture.
CROWLEY WOLF
Circle Seven. Violence. The role is yours. Play it well.
He turns and walks away into the darkness as the screaming continues, the single spotlight finally winking out, leaving only the burning, inescapable light of the performance.
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The detail about the constraints is what makes this useful. The same input can behave differently over time, which is easy to forget.
Muy buenos consejos, sobre todo el de entrenar con el peso real de la mochila antes de ir. Mucha gente subestima el desgaste físico del desnivel acumulado tras varios días seguidos de ruta.
Muy buen resumen de lo que implica esta ruta. Totalmente de acuerdo con el consejo de entrenar con el peso real de la mochila, porque la acumulación de desnivel se nota muchísimo con el paso de los días.
¡Excelentes consejos! Totalmente de acuerdo con la recomendación de entrenar con la mochila cargada antes de ir; el desnivel acumulado durante tantos días seguidos se nota mucho. Me apunto la opción de principios de julio para evitar las mayores aglomeraciones.
Excelentes consejos, sobre todo el de entrenar con la mochila cargada para acostumbrarse al peso real. La acumulación de desniveles día tras día se nota bastante si no se va bien preparado.