We come to a level where even the inhabitants of this area dont come with their sheeps, because there is no grass so far here! I think its around 4500 m and Cira started to curse our cook, he who he blames for his indigestion... but i guess it is not the cooks fault because all of us are well, but more his level of health. High altitute sickness also called, and he starts to feel more ill, and slowly walks very very lame... Porters and guide are not seen anymore, and i hear only his curses* while going higher and higher. Then i see our guide comes back, and ask whats happen. Cira tries to blame the cook again for his indigestion and thats all we hear. After few minutes of more walk he resist to walk further, and says he needs some rest. He puts him self to sleep in the middle of the "land of nowhere"! Both, the guide and my self get scarred that we might have to cancel our trip and go back to Yara. We both believe thats HAS (high altitude sickness), and he stopped even speaking (bad sign for him!!).
I gave him some good water to drink and insisted that he should drink more!
After one hour of stop we packed him up and i took his lagguage. Man - i tell you, what kind of stuff he has carried... Slowly we walked and finally we reached the summit of 5000 meters. I could only walk 30 steps and i had to take some rest and again 30 steps, quite weird experience. after another one hour walk, i felt like totally thirsty, but there was not even one drop in my bottle, and still a very far walk to our next stop. Cira was sick far behind, and had also no water and the same with the guide. All of us had no water and we had such a thirst!!! I almost hallucinate water dropping from the sky, and i felt like i will be dried up and die here on this mountain peak...
Suddenly i heard in my madness - mantras recalling and from the big ice glacier from the other side of the valley i saw emanating light rays coming. Inside this light i saw suddenly Sri Lakshmi Narasimha sitting, and i got my life power back and convinced that we will make it. I really left my big ego behind, died the subtle death i have read before in other pilgrimage books on himalayas, and prayed and gave thanks for this vision. I could walk much better after this view*, and even the backpack felt like easy. Suddenly after leaving the pass fast, our porters came towards us with a big Canister of tea. When i saw this, inside my self i started to cry, as i really thought i will die here. But the Lord had other thoughts for us, and i was so happy to see how He takes care about everyone.
Coming slowly to our day stop in some shelter house called Gyumapina (4750 m) we walked more then 10 hours today. It is only a house made of rocks with a metal roof on it. We sleep in tents inside, and the night starts to be very cold allready. Tommorow we have to come over two pass of more then 5700 meters to reach our final destination Damodar Kunda. I hope that Lord Narahari carries us further!
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