Andy is trying to keep spirits up, but a wet and bedraggled Chris is having none of it
Today our route continued to ascend the right hand side of the Hinku valley until we were near the top of the ridge (we did get glimpses of the Hongu valley to its right, which is even more remote and unspoiled).
At long last we gained height and did not lose it again. In fact we gained too much height!
The fast group arrived at what they believed was the campsite (there is no obvious sign) and the Sherpas started to put the tents up.
Along came Andy, furious; the real campsite according to him, was at least an hour's march further on and if we stopped here it would make tomorrow's journey much longer.
So everyone had to set out again.
A few were somewhat disgruntled.
Andy came back to give Colin and I the news also that there was an 'extra' hour's walking to do.
Suddenly my body felt much more tired for having heard the news.
As we had stopped for lunch very early today (about 11 am), the afternoon session of walking seemed endless.
It was all uphill, over slippery big rocks. Then the path became pools of water, interspersed with scrambly bits that got your hands/gloves wet, as well as your feet and trousers. Meanwhile the rain had seeped in through my waterproofs, so I felt all-round discomfort.
