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I couldn’t sleep much due to all exhilaration of summiting world’s highest peak. I was speaking to my wife it was around 11.45pm.
I am resting and trying to write a little bit to just catch up with whatever I can remember now after all what happened. After I have summitted Everest I have become so emotional, I can’t believe I did it! From not being able to raise enough funds until the last minutes to being given the go ahead to be part of the group. I still can’t believe it.
Well I am packed, my knee is feeling ok and so I am ready to start walking down tomorrow (23 May). It will take 3 days to get to Lukla and hope we will be lucky to get first flight next morning to go to Kathmandu.
Because of my knee accident it was hard to sleep last night. Now I feel like I can’t walk down. There is no option; my body, mind, soul and heart desires are to go down to Base Camp. I look back on the slopes I have walked and can’t believe that I was there.
We got a fabulous reception at the end of the icefall. It was such a moment of joy and revelation, I was happy to see the Base Camp bas crew. It marked the end of my lifetime
Later in the evening after dinner, we had a big party, more eating and drinking and dancing.
There was a storm (wind and snow) last night and I was so very tired I could only sleep. I was so dehydrated that I drank a litre of water before I went to bed at 15.30pm.
I woke up feeling 85% better than the 20% I felt when I walked in from the summit. Packing was slow but managed to do it on time; everyone was packing with oxygen masks on. It was still blizzard out side but we had to leave the south col as there were not enough oxygen cylinders to keep us there. In fact no one wanted to stay there any longer.
Walking down was chilly but I couldn’t feel it as I was looking down at the slopes. If anything was dropped or you fell there was no way to stop till you reached the 1200 metres below at the bottom.
Sherpas came to meet us with milk tea and hot juices. Just before I reached for their location I trapped myself with crampons and fell onto my left knee. It as was so painful that I think I cried without noticing. For a moment I thought I broken my leg or crashed my knee. I stood up and tried to locate my left knee and it was there. I shook my leg in the air and I was sure that I could still walk.
I made it to Camp 2. It was like coming home from a 6 months journey, I felt like I was permanent structured building and had everything I needed. My mind and body felt assured, and my worries and fears walked away! It was around 3.40pm
There is so much to write about this day. I would be more confident to talk about it rather than put into writing. It’s a day when I thought my reservoir of energy would run and that would mean I am separated from the living world. I remember speaking to God and Jesus with so many words that I can hardly recall most of them.
I was helped to take my shoes off by a third tent mate Yohan (66) from Spain. I did not remove any clothes. I was in my sleeping sitting sipping the noodle soup.
I was then back in my oxygen mask and, boom, I slept.
We came across tents that looked like someone had used scissors or a knife and had cut pieces out of them. It wasn’t that – an avalanche had buried a camp with 4 tents and broke both legs of one of the Sherpa’s and his shoulder.
It was my first experience sleeping with a mask with oxygen flow. It felt and looked like being in hospital. Indeed the whole living at Camp 3 and 4 feels like being ill. I had to alternate between my using my spoon and replacing my oxygen mask.
Sleeping was ok but sort of like cat or dog. I kept one eye opened as I thought a chunk from a glacier might come out way.
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