The altitude as well as a dodgey pot of coffee the day before (or was it perhaps the delights of the previous nights “rice pizza!”) was really starting to tell and by the morning Helen had been throwing up all night, and Dave and Steff had diarrhoea joining Michelle who by now was managing her altitude sickness with medication. A good day for us to be walking 22km!! My problem was quite the opposite, I’d been bunged as if someone had shoved a cork up me batty since I left Kolkata. An overdose of laxatives soon shifted the problem though!! Thankfully everyone managed it and as we arrived in the cloudy dusk that evening we wondered whether we were going to see any mountains at all!
The night at Phalut was an experience in itself. The combination of the FREEZING cold (so cold that the diesel in the Jeep froze solid), mother going to the loo about every 5 minutes and also her bed falling apart noisily (very amusing – especially dad’s sleepy response thinking it was someone knocking at the door – “hello…hello…??”) meant that little sleep was had.
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