Newsletter 129 September 1998
BC - Interim Camp (5350m)
Everyone was up early for final preparations before the yaks arrived. As DC noted, we were ‘rushing around to go nowhere’ as everything now depended on the yaks. As usual I got hammered again at cards. It was a very hot day, but as expected the river crossing led to some very cold, (if clean), feet. We watched with amusement as Big Boss punched out an out of control yak - that’ll teach it. All day walking on a lunar landscape. Everyone went at their own pace and it was quite a hard day. It started snowing on arrival at interim camp which was quite a bleak place. We all slept in one tent which was cosy(?) Most people felt pretty rough - that’s altitude for you!