Our tent was on a gentle downward slope so the night was spent trying to get back to the top.
A 530 wake up call with a cup of coca tea and a tub of warm water delivered to our tent. Breakfast at 6 was a personalised pancake. Annette was parrot and i was tiger. Porridge as well before a big walk.
By 645 we took our first steps. At the first toilet stop everybody was stripping off due to heat and exercise. I quickly visited the toilets and deterve a prize for not going in my own pants.
Up and down we walked until the moment where Annette was about to throw up. At a pit stop, I took some stuff out of her bag to carry and Sandro our guide carried her pack for the murderous part of the climb.
Up we climbed, step by step, hoping that Dead Womans Pass would not claim Annette. We would walk 100m and rest. The people on the top looked so close but it was going to take a lot of energy to reach 4200 metres.
The person who came up with "its down hill all the way" have never climbed down this mountain. I would go ahead and wait for Annette to appear. Sometimes i couldnt see her but it sounded like i was being followed by a dirty phone call. The huffing and puffing was loud but she never quit.
We could see an injured porter below being assisted by a fellow porter. He had hurt his ankle. Some way down, he was leaning on the mountain exhausted. I gave him some water and a panadol.
I continued and made camp by 245. They had sent a porter up to carry Annettes pack but she kept it for the whole descent.
The arvo was spent resting. Afternoon tea was 5 and dinner at 7. Spaghetti and rice with veggies and soup. Amazing.
For lunch we even got lemon meringue pie.
The sky was clear and the stars bright and milky way clear. When I thought it was cold, full winter sleeping gear it was. Was busting to go by 3 am but made it to morning. Couldnt go to those toilets at that time. At any time is a stretch.
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