Day 958

Mera Peak Expedition

It promised to be good but it turned out to be a life changer.

Day 1 |  Kathmandu | Thamel and traffic

For us westerners landing in Kathmandu is like arriving on another planet. As soon as you leave the airport you’re hit with a wall of colour, noise and dust. God it’s good to be back.

We were greeted at the airport by our lead guide Bigraj and bussed off to the hotel. Thamel is the climbing district of the city, a bustling maze of mountaineering shops, bars and guest houses; Imagine china town or soho but busier. It’s easy to be deceived by the mayhem; the carnage works like clockwork and nothing highlights this more than the traffic situation. Right of way is judged by who beeps first, lanes are deemed optional and pedestrians are merely obstacles. Throw in a few motorbikes carrying entire families some roaming animals and you’ve got one hell of an obstacle course. It gives you heart palpitations just watching but everything keeps moving and none of the Nepalis bat an eyelid, probably because they don’t know how to get stressed.


Dodging traffic is definitely now more difficult than it used to be but iv’e found the key over here is confidence, people seem to respect that you just go for it no matter how stupid it might seem. Despite nearly being run over a few times I felt good about the way i was getting around, the rickshaw drivers however didn’t agree. Every single one drove over, gave me a concerned look and offered me a lift. The boys i was with; namely Rich and Arron, took great pleasure in explaining that I wasn’t just stupid enough to walk down the street but i was actually going to the mountains, to which the response was unanimously confusion. Attitudes towards disability are very different over here. Nepalis are very matter of fact and if you look like you shouldn’t be walking then you shouldn’t be walking. It’s not derogatory, in fact they are just trying to help but they still cant seem to figure me out. More on this later…


Day 2 | Khatmandu | The Monkey temple and World Cup semis.

On Saturday morning a few of us headed up to the Monkey Temple which sits perched above Kathmandu on a hill on the North side of the city. It’s pretty obvious where this Buddhist temple gets its name as soon as you turn up. Arron certainly worked it out quickly as he forgot to get his rabies jabs so he began a two hour effort to doge the monkeys whilst we began a two effort to usher them his way. Giant prayer flags fluttered over head as we climbed the staircase towards the main temple. Wafts of incense were coming from the multiple prayer spots adding to the atmosphere and until i stood in dog poo i was beginning to feel quite spiritual. The view of Kathmandu from the top is stunning and the temple even more so, definitely worth a visit!


Something that shocked the group this morning was the amount of disabled people begging on the street. It’s not something that we’re used to given the support that disabilities receive from the government in the UK. This is a graphic representation of the problem faced by the disabled community in Nepal and the overwhelming need for our help. A combination of no government funding, little sympathy due to religion, poverty and very few desk jobs often leaves people with disabilities with no hope. Something we are trying to do our bit towards stopping.


Congratulations to the England boys of course, we’re going to do our best to catch the SF but it may be tricky at 5000m…



Day 3 | Kathmandu | Meetings and Kit


The group have been together for three days now and despite the diversity things are already tight!

Anyway, that evening we were almost at a full compliment when we met for dinner with just one left to arrive the next day. After a couple of Everest beers watching the rugby (what else would they be called), head guide Bigraj gave us our first rundown of what lay ahead. He opened up with ‘last year i did little 3 day walk with mr Ed, it was berry easy, this year, big challenge.’ (Excuse the effort at typing in a Nepali accent but i love the way he talks). Anyway ‘berry easy’ would not be the words i would use to describe last years trek to Gandruk, in fact ‘berry bloody hard’ was my opinion so to hear Bigraj describe this as a big challenge sent the proverbial shits up me. Anyway i kept quiet and smiled whilst he described the temperatures we could expect on the mountain and effectively rubbished most of the kit we already had. Apparently Mera Peak claims more toes and fingers than any other mountain because of the underestimation of the extreme temperatures so it was time to go shopping and apparently there is only one place to do that in Thamel… Shonas.


Fortunately thanks to Berghaus all i needed was to hire a -30 sleeping bag and some summit mittens but i swear to god that woman could have sold me the whole shop. I stood there in amazement as she laughed at peoples water bottles asking if they were ‘for toilet’ and waved away peoples gloves saying ‘do you not like your fingers?’ Shona is a certified force of nature and I’ve never heard equipment knowledge like it, either that or she’s just fleeced the lot of us. We’ll have to wait to see how many fingers we return with.


Either way if anyone wasn’t taking this seriously before, they are now!

Day 4 | Kathmandu | The Spinal injury Centre

On Sunday morning we were picked up for our visit to the SIRC (Spinal Injury Rehabilitation Centre) in Kathmandu. This unit is the only functioning specialist rehab hospital in the country and an example of what can be achieved if/when we raise the funds for a replica in Chitwan.

Some of you may remember that i visited this place for the first time last year and was blown away but this time i was particularly excited as we have two specialist NHS physios with us. You may recognise Wyn and Kim as they are not just any two physios but people i have been working with since my accident and now good friends. I knew they would be but to say they were impressed by the facility would be an understatement.


I always find walking on to a spinal ward difficult emotionally. Seeing parents caring for their children and offering up empty smiles is hard to swallow. I understand the patients pain but I don’t think i will ever understand that of a mother or father, wife or husband. These injuries dont just happen to you but every one that cares for you, and often their wounds are even deeper. 

When i spoke to the patients however the levels of positivity were amazing. They sat there and told me how lucky they felt and all they wanted to do when they left was to help others like them. I turned to my mate Rich and said ‘I told you, I wasn’t just making all that up,’ to which he gave me the usual role of the eyes.


It’s a beautiful thing to see the effect this place is having and testament the unbelievable job they are doing instilling hope. Because after all hope is all you need.

Tomorrow we leave the mountains with a new dose of inspiration

Day 5 | Take off

Lukla – Paya | 2660m

Lukla airport has one of the most famous runways in the world and mostly because its  hanging off the edge of a mountain. Our plane to the gateway of the Everest region and often voted the most dangerous airport in the world was cancelled yesterday and although everyone was keen to get into the mountains i think a few sighs of relief were  heard. Instead we flew this morning at sunrise and wow what an experience. As our plane rose out of the valley the golden peaks of the Himalayas came into view. Huge mountains spread away into the clear horizon with only one lonely cloud hovering over a particularly prominent peak, Everest.



After a safe landing we stepped out into the cool mountain air and headed for breakfast. The surrounding mountains make for an impressive backdrop to the multicoloured bustling streets of Lukla. Trekkers, Climbers and Sherpas either go about their business picking up supplies before heading North or celebrating their return to civilisation before heading home. After a hearty breakfast we watched our Sherpas head on ahead and began our first days walking.


After six hours of tough trails I’m now sat here in our first stop Paya, watching the sunset shattered but content. Most of the route was a staircase so to say it was a shock to the system would be an understatement but every time you lift your head the rewards are more than worth it. I’m still receiving the standard bemused looks and when Bigraj tells anyone that we’re heading for Mera Peak he’s either met with a laugh or confusion, but i love that. The challenge ahead is clearer now than ever but i already cant wait for tomorrow. Time for dinner.



Day 6 | Nepali flat 

Paya – Panggom | 2894m

Wake up, step outside, take a big deep breath of cool mountain air, there’s no better way to start the morning. Actually you can add a masala tea and chapati egg sandwich with chilli sauce to that list. The food has been great so far and thankfully abundant because it wasn’t there’s a good chance some of us might actually disappear given the amount of calories we’re burning each day.

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The tree line in the Himalayas doesn’t end until 4000m and todays trek took us straight into the jungle. It was a nice easy start as we weaved our way between the giant rhododendron trees and across a few mountain streams but inevitably it wasn’t long until we veered off the main path and headed straight up the side of the mountain, or hill, depends who you’re asking. Nepalis dont consider anything under 6000m a mountain and that’s not the only thing they view differently to us…Bigraj described the route today as ‘little bit up, little bit down, mostly flat.’ People who have been to the Himalayas will understand the concept of ‘Nepali flat’, let me tell you; it’s never bloody flat. After about an hour climbing the same stone staircase i turned to Bigraj and asked if we were lost because this definitely wasn’t on the daily itinerary. He just laughed at me and said ‘little bit up,’ cheers mate. Staircases are my nemesis because of the muscles that are most effected from the injury are the antigravity ones. Hills and slopes I can cope with functionally but stairs; it’s not pretty and ends up just being a test of how far down the well i can take myself. We spent the day traversing around the edge of the ‘bloody massive hill’, yoyoing into valleys before climbing back up to the next ridge. It was tough going but fortunately as well as the incredible scenery we had our ‘donkey of the day’ Wyn to keep us entertained, well the looks he was getting anyway. I wont disclose what he won his ears for but i will say he’s fully embraced the role and until someone else makes an ass of them-self, they’re his to keep.

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After 7 hours on the trails we arrived at the village of Panggom and at 2894m we’re actually only a couple of hundred metres higher (Nepali flat), but we definitely feel more remote. Apparently the views from this village are incredible but we arrived in the mist so I’m looking forward to waking up and taking that first breath tomorrow.


Day 7 | Monasteries, Monkeys and Mera Peak

Panggom – Ramailo Dada | 3276m

Soon after leaving Panggom this morning we found ourselves climbing a large concrete staircase up to a monastery perched above the village. The mountains had now revealed themselves from behind the clouds and reaching the top of the stairs it was clear why they chose this spot as a holy site. The main building was adorned with prayer wheels and a beautiful entrance invited you inside. As we entered we were immediately hit with a wall of colour. Three large golden statues with Buddha as the centre piece sat against the far wall and every inch of the room had been decorated in vibrant colours. The chanting of two monks who were sat praying made the whole experience quite moving and i would go as far as saying i was feeling quite spiritual by the time we left and headed back into the forest.

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The path led us up for an hour to a ridge and we began our descent in to the next valley that we will be following for the next 10 days up to Mera Peak. After about twenty minutes we rounded a corner and there she was. Rising high above the clouds the  three snow covered peaks of Mera peered down at us from what seemed like another world. I had been dreaming of this moment for over a year now and to finally see it was both daunting and inspiring.

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If I’m honest I’m not finding this at all easy; the distances, the terrain, the lack of sleep are testing me in more ways than I’m probably letting on but seeing Mera today was the boost i needed. The fire within is burning strong and I cant tell you how much inspiration I’m drawing from this amazing group that already feel like family.

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Tonight we sleep in a small mountain refuge before setting off further and higher up the valley tomorrow.

P.s. The WiFi is only strong enough to send home text and a couple of pictures so please excuse me for not replying to all the messages of support. Lois is sending me them when she can and they mean a lot so thank you!

Day 8 | Life on the edge

Ramailo Dada – Chatrakola 3713m

Asc – 2043m

Des – 1734m

10.15 km – 8hr 53m

Finally a good nights sleep meant that stepping outside this morning and being met with an orange glow over the mountains filled me with energy…I was going to need it. We’re not on the traditional trail to Mera Peak. Planning the expedition i was keen that we went off the beaten track and had time to immerse ourselves with the locals. The route that we are taking is certainly that and for the last three days we haven’t seen any other trekkers or climbers as we wind our way up this relatively untrodden valley. It has been serene to say the least. The only caveat is that the trail we are on is literally clinging to the edge of the mountains, traversing upwards through the forests. It’s beautiful but it’s seriously tough going with some sections only wide enough for one foot at a time. The roots and rocks are a constant hazard and combine them with often sheer drops either side of the path means that concentration levels have to remain high. Combine the physical challenge with intense focus over long periods and the result is me sat here wanting to curl up into a ball and hibernate.


Today ended up being 9 hours of these brutal trails and with nearly 4000m of elevation change it has to be the toughest day iv’e ever had in the mountains. My instability means that I’m often slipping and tripping but given the added risk here we have decided to take preventative action and attach a rope to my bag for the steeper descents. Big Aaron has taken the reins in the hope that if i do decide to disappear off a cliff he will be strong and heavy enough to anchor down. It has actually come in handy a couple of times already so is proving functional but more than that it makes for quite comical viewing. I have managed to obtain the donkey ears for the day, so Arron is effectively riding me around the mountain. Why do i have the ears? Ripping my jacket celebrating my first successful use of the long drop…valid.


It was dark by the time we arrived in camp and everyone was ready to pass out but we had Hannahs 30th birthday to celebrate first. After dinner Bigraj surprised her with a home made sherpa cake. I’m not sure she’ll forget this birthday in a hurry.

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If i’m honest I’m a bit worried how my body is going to be tomorrow morning after that…only time will tell.


Day 9 | It’s not a beach holiday

Chatrakola – Kote Mera Peak 3500m

I’m not going to lie i was worried after yesterday if i could keep this up. Physically i felt right at my limit yesterday and although i know that i wont give up the question is whether my body will first. This morning i woke up and despite it taking me a few minutes to be able to stand up out of bed and get moving my body is actually feeling ok which is a relief.

Today we rejoined the main trail and set off up river to our next stop. After three hours we reached the village of Kote where an afternoon of much needed recuperation and washing commenced. We are all operating off 15kilos worth of kit, which believe me over 18 days really isn’t very much. I have extra foot splints, strapping tape and medical equipment with me which makes little room for luxuries. Kit has to be recycled but up to this point we have had no means of drying anything given the cool damp atmosphere and being on the move all day. Today though the sun is out as is the washing trough and soap. Some have chosen to pay 300 rupees (£2) to have a warm bucket of water to poor over their head, others have reverted to the trustee baby wipes. Either way we’re all smelling funky, and you know what, no one cares, as long as we’re warm and dry then we’re good.

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We now enter a few days of gradual ascent leading above the tree line and 4000m which means the temperature will drop significantly. Just to give you an idea of how cold it already is; last night i slept inside my sleeping bag with a down jacket on and could see my breath. In 4 days we will be attempting sleep in a tent 2000m higher than this. We passed a couple of English guys on the trail today who were returning from Mera and they said it was cold. When we asked how cold one of them just turned to us and said ‘f*cking cold’. Fair enough, it’s not a beach holiday.

DAY 10 | Getting High 

Kote -Thangnak 4300m

We had three casualties last night. Something dodgy had been ingested that had caused full evacuations, not something you want when the only toilet is a hole in the floor. Fortunately this morning the effected had made a decent recovery but I’m not sure the same could be said for the long drop.

It took a while to get moving after breakfast but once we did it wasn’t long before we had entered what felt like a completely different world. We had left the trees behind and were following a cascading glacial river upstream towards the looming snowy peaks that seemed to have snuck up closer overnight. The scale of the mountains over here has to be seen to be believed and now we were walking right amongst them. The path was wider and apart from a few boulders much easier going than the forest trails. It may have been easier underfoot but we were starting to reach heights where you could feel the thinner air. Soon we had ascended past the 4000m mark, reaching new heights for most of the team including myself. Everyone is now anxious about any symptoms of altitude sickness starting. It doesn’t matter how fit you and it’s not selective. If it’s not treated with respect it can have serious health implications even death but we have planned the trip to give everyone the best possible chance to acclimatise by spending more time at the higher altitudes. It’s hard to ignore but it’s not worth thinking about as it’s out of our hands.


If I’m honest I really struggled with the first four days, even to the point where I couldn’t see how i could keep that sort of exertion up for another two weeks. I finished today though with a completely different outlook. I felt great moving along the new terrain and the altitude hasn’t seemed to have an effect yet. I can only use the rest of the group as a barometer and i’m no longer flagging at the back. Don’t get me wrong I’m not going to be racing anyone to the top but i’m feeling strong, motivated and full of hope. Good day.

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Day 11 | Acclimatisation

Thangnak – Thangnak Hill | 4860

Thangnak is a small village set in a glacial basin and our home for two days. We have now ascended well above 4000m so we have to take time to acclimatise. From our tea house we can see the giant south face of Mera Peak and in the distance the start of the glacier that will lead us up to high camp from the North. It’s really hard to get our heads around the scale of what surrounds us. You know it’s massive, you can feel it but it’s not until you spot a person on the horizon or see a helicopter flying in front of one of the giant cliff faces that you get a reference and realise just how massive.


This morning we set off on an acclimatisation hike. The idea is to gain more height to allow the body to adapt but not to work too hard as to tire us out ahead of the big climb. From the tea house it looked like a relatively small hill but as we approached across the boulder field we could see a couple of people half way up and all of a sudden it didn’t seem so small. It was tough going, the climb was steep and we gained elevation quickly. At this height it’s now clearly a lot more effort to move around due to the thinner air and we were all having to stop far more regularly to catch our breath. After two hours we had ascended to a triangulation point at 4860m which one of the group pointed out is over the height of Mont Blanc. That put a little bit of perspective on things as it felt like a foot hill compared to what surrounded us. The views were quite ridiculous and with the blue skies and beaming sunshine we took the opportunity to lie down and soak it all up. There is a huge difference in temperatures between the sun and the shade up here. Durning the day it’s quite easy to burn but as soon as the sun drops behind the mountains it feels as though your nose could fall off. Wind chill also plays a big factor and it wasn’t long before it got a little gusty and we made our way back down for lunch.

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A few of us had picked up headaches on route which could be the effects of altitude but quite quickly they subsided when we distracted by eggs, chips and beans. Bigraj assured us that its quite normal when ascending quickly but it was a bit of a wake up call.

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Tomorrow we head up 800m to Kahre, where we will have two days acclimatising at over 5000m before heading up to high camp and our first night on the mountain.

Day 12 | No words

Thangnak – Khare 5100m

As we get higher and the air gets thinner it gets increasingly harder to think straight so apologies if this comes out a bit jumbled…

I appreciate ‘no words’ is an ironic title for a blog post but I genuinely cant describe the feeling that came over me as i rounded a giant boulder and Mera came into full view. Words genuinely wont do it justice so i wont bother trying but it felt like i was stood in the photo that i had been staring at for the last year. Every now and again I’m hit with a reality check, a moment that makes everything that has happened since the accident come flooding back, this was one of those moments. As i stared up it all became a bit much and the first tears of the trip soon followed. I’m going to blame the altitude but seriously I cant believe how lucky i am to actually be here.


We spent 5 hours today slowly ascending to Khare and our last stop before we step foot on the glacier and begin our two day attempt on the summit. Now at over 5000m many of the group are feeling the effects of the altitude but so far no casualties, just some headaches. I felt good today on a much more even path and i have to say that the worries of the headaches yesterday have now subsided. Moving at this altitude is difficult and it only takes a few steps before breathing becomes heavy. The method i have found most useful whilst ascending is to count my steps, usually 60, 80 or 100 depending on the gradient. I then stop, check my heart rate (i wear a strap monitor) and wait until it falls below 130bpm and then set off again. This repetitive process allows me to zone out and not over exert myself as that could be dangerous up here.

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We have passed a few people now heading back down from the mountain, some successful, some not. All though have said both how beautiful it is up there but how hard the summit day is. Bigraj our guide is happy with the way we are progressing but everyone is under no illusions that the real challenge is yet to come.

We are now spending two days in Khare acclimatising and practicing our crampon / ice axe and rope skills with the mountain guides. Then on Friday a big push to high camp and a night on the mountain at 5800m before we attempt to summit.

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Day 14 | The Final countdown.

Khare 5100m

Today we headed out on our last acclimatisation hike to base camp at 5400m. We were in the sun but as soon as we rounded the ridge we were hit by a bitter wind that was rushing up the gulley and over the glacier. It was another reality check as to what we’re in for and how much difference every metre of altitude makes.

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The tea house we are in is a melting pot of nationalities with teams either on their way up or on their way down from the mountain. Stories of success and failure reverberate around the dining room as Russian and Italian teams compare notes. It turns out that yesterday high camp nearly blew away with a couple of people returning badly frost bitten and having to be helicoptered out whilst another group had just returned successful and jubilant. I suppose the message is that you have to respect Mother Nature and the mountain, she will either let you summit or she won’t. I know it may be an impossible task but something has led me to this point and i promise that i will give it everything.

I will climb for my family, my friends and everyone who has supported me in getting to this point. I will climb for those who have stood by me through thick and thin and never stopped believing…But most of all i I will climb for all of you who have a dream of changing your life. For those of you staring up from the bottom wondering if you can ever make out. I will climb for you and if Mother Nature allows it I will succeed.

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Tomorrow morning we head for base camp and hopefully the next time you hear from me I will be the first quadriplegic to summit Mera Peak and England will have won the World Cup.

What a weekend that would be!

Day 16 | Summit Day 


Waking up at 2am in a tent on the side of a cliff at 5800m isn’t you’re average start to the day, but this was going to be no ordinary day.


The afternoon before we had made the 7 hour climb to high camp having only lost one of the team to exhaustion which given the success rate on this mountain was a huge achievement in itself. At -20•c we were quick to hunker down in our tents with a bowl of Sherpa stew and watch the sun kissed peaks of Everest and 5 other of the highest mountains in the world slowly slip away into darkness.


Sleeping is hard enough at this altitude but add in nervous anticipation and it became impossible. At about 9pm I heard a commotion in the tent behind us as the fittest member of our team succumbed to altitude sickness and had to be immediately evacuated off the mountain. This was no joke. It was becoming more and more apparent that we were at the mercy of Mother Nature. What the hell am I doing….?

I had probably snuck about an hours broken sleep by the time the knock on the tent came at 2am but with a rush of adrenaline I was immediately wide awake. It was bitterly cold and the frost covered interior of the tent was glistening under the light of my head torch. I was sharing a tent with my best mate Rich who had also sat bolt upright in his sleeping bag next me. My hands had been pretty much useless since the temperature dropped below zero so at -20 it goes without saying that Rich had to help me get into my harness and boots.

The sky was lit up with stars as we made our way round to get roped up to our fellow climbers and begin the long journey upwards. I had never felt cold like it but I went inside myself stared at my feet and just put one foot in-front of the other.

My hands and feet had quickly lost all feeling and my face was well on the way to doing the same. The lack of oxygen, the crippling cold, the fact that the muscles in the left hand side of my body had refused to wake up at all were very quickly leading me to a place in my head that I had only ever been once before.

After about an hour our progress had stopped and I looked up to see a congregation of head lamps. Before I knew it two more of our team had been turned around due to altitude. I could barely mumble ‘get down safe’ before they were gone. We were down to 10.


I had completely zoned out when I noticed a red hue over Everest to the East. The sun was rising and it was the boost we needed. If I said I had no doubts I would be lying. Every step my body was screaming for me to stop but I know things about myself now. I know that the mind almost always gives up before the body but not this time, this time my body was going to have to give up before my mind. I had too many reasons to be here, too many reasons to succeed, and I was going to find the depths to make it happen.

I zoned out for a good few hours until I looked up and there it was. The summit was only a few hundred metres away and for the first time I stood up and took in where I was. The worlds highest mountains seemed a stones throw away to the North whilst the Indian subcontinent spread I to the distance to the South. It felt like we were stood at the junction between the sky and the Earth and it was then that we knew that we had made it. There was no way with the summit in sight that we could turn back.


With the last few steps the cold seemed to drift away and everything became clear. A year of planning and dreams culminated in this moment. We had done it, finally I had achieved something that I never thought I could even when I was able bodied.

I have realised a dream of mine but there’s no way I could have done it by myself. There has been so many people responsible for getting me to the top of this mountain, many of them back home, many of them on this trip. It truly has been a team effort and one I will never ever forget.

Believe in your dreams.


A special mention to @exemplarhealthcare and @berghaus for their support but thank you to all of you have joined us on this journey from afar and in particular those who have donated.

Just 4 days walk back to reality a warm shower now.

Namaste 🙏

Day 17

The Long Way Down

To give you an idea of how remote we were we just took the shortcut back to Lukla which took four days on foot. For the first two days we were retracing our steps before the small matter of veering off and heading up and over Chatra-la pass which at 4800m is the same height as Mont Blanc.

A cocktail of jubilation and exhaustion meant emotions were running high as everyone struggled to digest what we had just done. Tired would be an understatement to how my body was feeling. I had lost feeling in most of my fingers and toes on the mountain but as sensation returned so did the pain. I have no sensation in my right foot anyway which is a blessing in times like this but my left foot was now sending shooting pains with every step. I resorted to the breathing techniques we had been learning with Arron but it was going to be a long four days.

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I’m not going to lie there have been moments on the descent which I found really tough mentally. We hit some bad weather on the pass with snow and ice making every step treacherous. Back to back 10 hour days, multiple falls and an already knackered body was testing my resolve. It was no harder than the way up, in fact it was physically a lot easier but it was certainly highlighting the importance of having goals. As we headed up, no matter how hard it got there was a focus, we were driving towards something and it helped rationalise and overcome the pain. Now we were leaving the most magical place any of us had ever been and the only goal was a warm shower…

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Everyone was struggling but the group pulled me through. Whether it was Netra’s smile, Kim’s laugh or James’s witty anecdotes there was always someone to lean on when times got tough. There’s no way I could have done this without these guys.

It’s so important to have goals to aim for but it’s even more important to surround yourself with great people who will help you get there. It has been a privilege to spend the last three weeks with this rabble and after what we’ve been through we will be friends for life I’m sure.


Now for the flight out of here and a couple more days in Kathmandu before heading home to reality and my amazing wife…and my bulldog…and a roast…and a big bed…you catch my drift.

An amazing adventure that I’ll never forget.

Right…who’s coming next year? Find out more and register your interest here.

A few more pics incase you’re undecided…

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