Intermediate camp is, without doubt, the most inhospitable place I have ever been. A collection of tents perched on rock and ice halfway between Base Camp and Advanced Base Camp providing a very basic temporary home for those heading upwards
We arrived just as the sun dropped behind the ridge which immediately saw the temperature plummet well below zero. Walking up the ridge towards the tents was a bundle of laughs, the rock was wet and quickly froze as the light dwindled meaning that those last thirty yards or so took twenty minutes and roughly three sense of humour failures to achieve.
We all crammed into the communal mess tent, sitting where we could on upturned containers and boxes, for what I recollect being a watery garlicky pak choi soup. The Doc, as usual, had seconds and quite probably thirds.
I am pretty sure when I got to my tent that I didn’t so much fall asleep but drift into a hypothermic coma.
Deano's World 