This shows the view of the loo, immediately before going to bed.
Little did we know what awaited us. My night started at around 3am, when I awoke and decided that I had probably lost the keys for the hire car that we had left down the mountain. From that moment, sleep was out of the question. I thought about getting them out of the bag, but this was completely impossible without waking everyone up, so I cycled around the following thoughts about 10000 times;
- If have lost they keys then...
- we will miss our flight and not get back for an extra day so...
- everyone will hate me but...
- being civilised they will never actually say so...
- I will eventually die a hermit...
- loop to 1.
After about iteration 4997, Peter had a wrestling match with a giant nut.
After iteration 9999, at 5am, all of the serious rock climbers got up. Spotting my moment to check on the keys, I started to get up to. At this point, I either had a hallucination (which as Andy discovered, might be possible as a result of altitude sickness) or one of the female rock climbers bared all. I blinked, and the moment was over.
Having abseiled over the dozens of bags on the floor of the room, I took my bag outside, to discover the keys twinkling evilly at me.
Nice time for doing some photography though.
1 comment:
Great acount....and then he passed the keys to me for the next night. !!
I like the bit about us being too civilised to mention the delay...
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