Imagine the steepest hill you have driven up. Then times it by
ten. Then imagine whilst crawling up the bloody thing you see a group of blokes
from Nepal in a camp before the next day’s arduous climb (overnighting Sherpas
anyone?). I’m sure I saw Donkeys tethered up and smoke lazily coming off a camp
fire. Maybe they’re waiting for the weather to clear? Either way this was a
steep hill and it went on for miles – I jest not. Needless to say Onzo wasn’t
happy and overheating occurred to the point where we nearly ended up looking
like two people from Pompeii. ONZO STOP!! But not in a good way. No bar, no
wifi, just a very unhappy temperature gauge. Fortunately the fridge is still
working, so we stop and have a beer and contemplate being stuck on a hill
forever.
Jon decides to walk the hill to see if the thing ever ends. Noush,
Moo and Onzo all watch on in overheated admiration as flip after flop Jon treks
into the unknown. Turns out the hill does, eventually, end. 400 yards later.
Bloody thing. Always round the next corner, thankfully in this case it proves
to be true. Onzo zoom! Everest is crested, the sleeping sherpas are left
behind, Onzo cools down, and zoom zoom down the hill to the view of a sparkling
aquamarine lake and about ten garages carefully situated to prey on the
motorised victims of an attempted Everest ascent.
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