I'm not going to lie, I'm not in that much hurry to do it again. The last 45 minutes before you get to the summit were above the cloud line, which means a. It was pretty cold and b. All you could see were outlines looming out of the mist. Well bleak. It would be a half decent setting for a horror film.
There's quite a lot of warnings about taking the mountain seriously. We'd taken all of these at face value, assuming that they were many for us. With the benefit of hindsight, I suspect they weren't. I suspect that they were aimed at the girl in shorts, or maybe the man with two young children who'll almost certainly be descending in the dark, which will be exhilarating. Still, box ticked.
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