At midnight we wake and already some people have to drop out. Altitude sickness has hit them hard with headaches and vomiting. The rest of us start adding layers, and then with clamp-on spikes on our feet and ice axe in hand we head into the darkness in groups of three. Pairs of climbers have each been tied to a guide with the understanding that we either all make it or all turn back. The climb was easily the most grueling day of my life; constantly uphill with only a five minute break every hour and some completely vertical walls for us to overcome with use of our ice axe. Half way up and the altitude is really paying its toll. My main focus is getting enough oxygen into my lungs, while my partner is suffering far worse with a throbbing headache. Knowing that I need him to make it, the process of feeding him various painkillers and altitude pills quickly commences, and just minutes after sunrise we successfully hit the top. Once the sun rises over the ice the views are incredible. The whole night the only view we had was the tiny spotlight at our feet created by our head torches. On the way back down we get to fully appreciate the beauty of what we have just defeated. The pictures can only attempt to do it justice.








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