Paul, Keith, Pete Collins, myself, Boyd & Jenny rented two apartments on the outskirts of Villard. Paul and I arrived late afternoon on Saturday and Keith and Pete a little later. We drove into Lans to pick up our registration cards and check out the Speleobar, an enormous marquee cum shed on the outskirts of town that housed the dining area, bars and entertainment staging.
On Sunday morning we returned to Lans to find out what the procedures were for getting a caving trip. Having put our names down to go into the Gouffre Berger on Tuesday, we decided to walk up there to check out 
the route.
We drove out through Autrans and headed up onto the ridge in between the two valleys. The views were stonking and even more amazing across the valley we'd driven up from, looking across the mountain tops to Mont Blanc in the distance. It was clearly a very popular place to go for a Sunday afternoon jaunt as there were cars parked everywhere and we had a bit of fun finding a space ourselves, I nearly took the exhaust off the car as I parked.
We walked down through the woods and eventually found ourselves at the entrance. Pete, being Pete, had to go scuttling down as far as he could for a good look. It was quite odd watching groups kitting up and disappearing down the hole, knowing that our turn wouldn't come for another two days.
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