Another quiet night with aspersions to my snoring roundly refuted – I admit I would have snored if I had managed to get to sleep but for the snoring of the Italian gentleman who was sharing our 5 bed berth. My nose was 6 inches form the ceiling in the top bunk of 3 so kept thinking of Das Boot.
We were about the last to have breakfast at 0430 – a delicious repast of stale bread ,a soup bowl of cafe and no sign of avocado on homemade bread or an egg white omelette.
Patrice, was slightly perturbed by the early pace – a combo of teenager trying to walk in a straight line at 0530 and an old man with a dodgy knee juiced up to the eyeballs with Nurofen / Codeine. After some stern reprimands, we attached our crampons and our goat like guide led us up 800 metres of 45 degree snow slope in 1 hour thereby overtaking everyone else who had left before us.
It is important not to look down when attempting such a manoeuvre. In fact, a blindfold would be an excellent costume. We did the final 250m over rocks and reached the summit at 0830. Saw an Ibex which was a great thrill – I lost Harry’s Blackberry which was not.
As alway the going down is the real nightmare. Got back to the refuge (Refugio Vittoria Emanuele 2735m ) at 1030 with an earful of reprimands including “Harry – keep to the track” ” Roger – remember flat crampons” ringing in our ears. In fact Patrice could not be a more gentle and excellent guide.
He even administered first aid on the sun-kissed terrace as I had managed to spike myself with the aforesaid crampons and have a nice hole in my calf. Much blood & twitching muscle only to poo poohed by the pharmacist in Chamonix who still managed to sell me a container load of medicine.