The wake up call this morning was at midnight. A breakfast of poached eggs on toast and coffee, a visit to our Chorten, where a small Juniper fire was sending perfumed smoke to the Buddhist deities, and we were off staggering through the icy night. Eight and a half hours later we had all arrived safely at our tents in Camp 2.
Right now the entire team is taking a well deserved siesta. As I unpack my rucksack I see I have brought freshly washed clothes and socks ready for a potential summit bid. Fresh summit day socks are not a luxury but essential. (Though my Russian friend Alex disagrees; ….. ‘Is not necessary to wash socks, after six weeks they become shoes.’)
The wind is still scouring the Lhotse Face and Camp 3, but the forecast is for better conditions in next few days. So now, rehydrate, eat, rest and see what the future brings.