Mountain sickness hit Jim Royal hard which is why he looks like this and not his normal self after a night freezing our bits off in a desert plateau 3 x higher than Snowdon.
Those of us that could eat breakfast did so and we set off on a long trek across the Shira plains to the next camp some 10km ahead. Once again our pitiful packs were dwarfed by those carried by the porters.
It was everso hot so when a chance to sit in the shade came along we didn't complain.
The terrain was very rocky with strange plants
and stranger rock formations.
Lunch was amazing, how the chef managed to cook this meal at this altitude baffled us all. The coleslaw was quite simply the best I have ever tasted. Just as well as late in the day we did an acclimatisation climb and it repeated non stop.
Home sweet home.
The hike up to this point was something none of us wanted but the promise of a phone signal spurred most of us on.
Jim Royal was still desperately poorly, throwing up chefs offerings everywhere, kept the crows happy.
Mind you after another night in freezing temperatures and thin air none of us looked too good.
One was even caught having peed outside his tent! No names no pack drill Dominic!
Breakfast was not high on Jim's wish list.
Today's objective was the Lava Tower and then a descent into Burrenco Camp. Bethan posing with Eric and Ernie.
Trying to find the will to live, or the toilet.
Our esteemed leader, Mr President.
Walking on the moon, or Mars.
Posing.
Lava tower, more posing.
The descent to camp was steep and arduous, taking us through some weird plant life.
Its an amazing place to be
and these trees are 100's of years old.
The clouds made it difficult to navigate
but soon we were at the wall, tomorrows man test.
We were glad of the rest, tomorrow was going to be the toughest challenge so far.
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