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.