It was freezing cold and all of us were practically shivering underneath our multiple layers. However, we spotted few of the porters changing their clothes in the cold... topless in that kind of temperature. Oh my gosh... what are they made of man.
Doing big business in the morning was a dreadful chore. The thought of being in the small little confined toilet with a bucket filled with 'you know whats' was just unappetizing. Today was a bit worse than others, the bucket was almost full. Afraid that the luminous content would splash upwards (the thought of it was totally disgusting), i had to throw plastic sheets into the bucket to prevent a back-splash.
After breaking camp, it was time to move on to Barafu Campsite. The start of the hike was pretty cold. It was a nice pace all the way upwards.
Along the way, we saw lots of rock fragments which were like a result of frost shattering and exfoliation. It was really cool to be able to witness such geomorphological processes real-life.
The ascent from 4,200 metres asl to 4,600 metres asl was a challenge physically. The air was getting thinner and the clouds brushing past us sent chills to our spines. Suddenly, snow began to fall and it was a really cool sight to behold. I was preoccupied with running through hymns in my mind during the walk. I realised that there were some hymns which one cannot sing when hiking. One of them would be "And can it be". This hymn was too power-packed with doctrines for the oxygen-deprived brain to meditate upon.
Finally, we arrived at the campsite. I suffered from an aching left ankle from the hike.
Lunch was pasta, soup, fruits and some bread. This was followed by a briefing in regards to severe altitude sickness in the form of cerebrel edema and pulmonary edema.
and then it started to snow again
Afternoon was spent massaging our aching legs and reading our books
Sunset photos
Our last meal before the final ascent to the peak at midnight
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