Was a day so hard that I couldn't move, speak, or not cry when I arrived at Lobuche for lunch. Luckily the Danish firefighters were there to rescue me with a hug once El had mopped up the most shambolic pieces of me. Jens gave me some good fire fighter cum hero tips on how not to freeze to death. Obvs used them to scare Blind Spice later.
The terrain was so bleak that it looked like where they'd film the end of the world scenes.
Rocky, misty, so hard. My legs quivered with each step.
After a lunch of rice and chips and lots of mint tea we had a really hard acclimatisation trek up to a glacier.
In the evening I developed altitude sickness and felt so faint. All I wanted to write from then on is BLEURGH BLEURGH BLAH.
Oh we had egg curry for dinner.
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