I’m not a big fan of coca tea but the super caffeine jolt helps to mobilize my aching body after a restless night in our tent. Despite pure exhaustion, 3300 meters of altitude plays havoc with sleeping and the night passed by drifting in and out of consciousness.
Day 2 is well known to be the most difficult of the trek with legendary tales of Dead Woman’s Pass at 4200 meters. Karen wonders if she will be laid to rest as the latest victim of the pass but we come to find it is named simply because the rock formations appear from a distance to outline a woman in repose, or possibly dead. We may have to re-name it Dead Duck Pass! (more…)