Day 11
Some tough times
The day starts off with a beautiful sunrise and I feel great and excited for today’s hike. It becomes a pleasant and beautiful trek through the snow…that is up until lunchtime for my part. My energized and happy spirit takes a hit as a knife cutting stomachache appears from nowhere. While one group after another sets off after lunch to continue on the last 1½ hours straight uphill trek to High Camp, I’m stuck squatting at the outhouse…feeling like I was gonna faint from the pain and fall into the squatter with numb legs, frosty butt cheeks and ice cold toes. However, well taken care of by Sue and Domi I start feeling my toes again and my stomach settles a little bit. Determined to get to High Camp before dark my stubbornness sets in and takes me up the mountain in record time. Mostly because after having to stop twice along the climb up to dig a hole in the snow and politely ask the German couple to pass me and not look back, I was now out of tissues and a slight snowfall had started.
Extremely happy to have made it I forced some rice and soup down my belly, stuffed myself with imodium and went to bed. Tomorrow was the big day and a 4am wake up call awaited. Wise from the -6°C night before I went to bed with a hot water bottle for a warmer and cozier night…however, an upset stomach, high altitude and a slight headache still made it for a bad sleep.
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