So we get to have a sleep in today, 6.00am wake up call, but alas those darn roosters have other ideas. I’ve estimated it’s about 3.00am, considering that’s about the time I’ve been waking up every day…it just feels like it’s 3.00am. So I bow to my bladder’s command and make my usual early morning toilet trip….then come back to…
After a particularly cold evening spent at Templeton’s Crossing, near the highest point on the trek, we awoke again at 4.00am. Most of us putting on wet clothes in the pre-dawn cold, shivered and shook as we stood forlornly around what was left of the previous night’s fire in the hut waiting for breakfast. Well really…it was just a bit…
Faithfull Living 