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Doug was exhausted so we left him at Hans Meyer Cave while we attacked the scree. The scree has a path that zig-zags up it, but the centre is washed out from people taking giant steps straight down on the way back. The bike would slip and stop at each washout. I would wait 30min for everyone to catch up. Wait another 30 for them to catch their breath, then with two porters pulling on the rope and two pushing, drop the clutch and paddle like hell. As the back wheel gripped the four porters would fall flat on their faces and I would rocket upwards, round the next zig and as far as the next washout where I dug the back wheel in to anchor myself. We did this all day. Totally exhausting, the hardest work I have ever done. |