The Frozen Mountain

One pint of chai later and I had a new problem on my hands - the loo

It meant scuttling out the back door, to the uninviting stone enclosure on the right, heaving the corrugated iron sheet away from the door, removing several layers of clothes and then baring my backside to the elements as I hovered over a hole in the ground. You blokes don't know when you've got it easy.
Looking on the bright side as everything was frozen, there was no nasty smell from the hole in the ground.

Hastily getting my clothes tucked back in I returned to the tea tent and said my goodbyes, I really didn't want to leave the warm and cosy atmosphere but I had two big mountains ahead of me.

Back on the Enfield we chugged off up the hill- by this point it was blizzard conditions but I was determined to get through. It was bloody miserable, I can't begin to describe what it felt like and only managed to snatch one quick photo

I swallowed a lot of diesel fumes as I followed the slow-moving trucks up the steep ascent with freezing water running under the wheels and grabbing dubious opportunities to overtake. Feeling paranoid the trucks weren't aware of my presence, the noise of the horn disappearing into the snow and aware that the lorry drivers were concentrating on the road ahead and the steep precipice off to the side rather than on the possibility of small bikes trying to overtake.

It was grim

At least my hands were warm, my Gerbing gloves were wired into the battery on the bike which seemed to be holding out well.

I made it over Baralacha La, not pausing for even a quick look round. Down the other side which I knew was a better road BUT it had the river crossings and bloody hell were they cold

it had stopped snowing, the dogs watched me passing from the snow bank at the side of the road

The weather cleared up a bit, and I descended below the snow line.

I'd made it