and then, the silence is broken by some heavy carbon
footprint tourists...
Oh dear, the photographer gets snapped himself.
Not exactly nonchalant with his anorak tied around his
middle.
I told you it was busy.
I love the lighting on this shot.
My friends, Roy and Wendy (who hates
being photographed!)
From here on down, the path gets a little liquid.
As we descend, there are still many
people on the way up.
One last stream to cross...
Back to civilisation; well, a busy trunk
road full of cars at any rate..
That was a
really good climb with fantastic views. Shame I had to wait 25 years to
do it!
I think I'll be back soon...
Well, I was back soon. August 19th to be precise. But
the weather; oh the weather, was rather different. Strong winds and low
cloud made the experience more like flying blind.
It all started off OK. Roy here pausing for the
'girls' to catch up.
Not too long before we were entering mist, cloud,
call it what you will.
but we're all smiling and wondering where the Sherpas
have gone.
This was as close to the top as we dared
go. The wind was blowing beyond gale force at this point. Sitting down
was the only sensible thing to do.
Jean and the intrepid photographer pose for a quick
snap before hypothermia gets the better of us.
