The next day the British group left, and Ben and I decided to climb the 1000m hill next to our camp. There was no track, so we scrambled up a slippery rock slope with small thorny bushes, some green, a few orange. There were occasional tall thin plants with a top covers with small yellow flowers that reminded me of the Giant Lobelia in East Africa. False summit after false summit made fun of me, and after two hours I gave up - how close I was to the top Iíll never know. I glissaded down the slippery slopes and got back to the mess tent in only 40 minutes.