Louisarambleson
I couldn't wait for the night to end. I kept waking every every hour or so and struggling to get back to sleep. Although the room was freezing, I was snug in my sleeping bag and my ear plugs reduced the sounds of the others snoring and high altitude farting... A recognised condition! However, as... Continue Reading →
We got up early and had a large breakfast of cereal, yoghurt, bread and jam. Then we filled our flasks and checked our packs, donned coats, hats and gloves and set off to climb from Imlil to Riad Atlas Toubkal high in the Atlas Mountains. As the snow on the paths wasn't too bad, we... Continue Reading →
We got up at 5 and caught the shuttle bus to the airport, bumping into Paul at the check in desk quite by chance. Thankfully our bags were under the allowance and nobody questioned the size of our rucksacks as hand luggage. After I'd set off the alarms at security and been frisked, we met... Continue Reading →
We both managed to get a half day today so we could head down to Gatwick after lunch. We'd finished packing yesterday evening, and I tidied the house first thing, before trying to concentrate on work. When Paul posted a screen shot of the weather on Mount Toubkal, I gave up. It's very exciting... the... Continue Reading →
Later this week, we're off to Morocco to climb Mount Toubkal, the highest mountain in North Africa. Four times the height of Snowdon at 4167 metres, it'll be the highest mountain we've ever climbed, our current highest being Griffith Peak near Las Vegas, which is 3372 metres. As well as contending with the altitude and ascent, and staying... Continue Reading →
Today, we awoke to cloud and occasional rain, for the first time on our trip. We had planned to head for the coast but John suggested visiting the Somme instead as the weather was poor. On the way we needed to buy breakfast, get petrol and empty our chemical toilet. We found a boulangerie easily... Continue Reading →
After a good nights sleep and full of breakfast, we made our way to the bus stop to travel back to Guillestre. The bus arrived and we loaded our rucksacks into the trailer and got on. The driver then set off fast. He obviously knew the road well and, as it wound around the sides... Continue Reading →
We had originally planned a 8.5 to 9 hour day over three high cols (including one over 2900 metres) and Pic du Malrif (2906 metres). However, because we were both a bit weary and the guidebook advised that it would be particularly difficult following heavy rain, which we had last night, we decided on plan... Continue Reading →
We had a better nights' sleep in our single beds, after a lovely meal and a litre of wine, enjoying the company of various French people, including a young couple who spoke good English, who slept in the upper section of our bedroom. John was excited to have toast for brekkie, rather than plain bread,... Continue Reading →
I don't think any of us slept well last night. The room was stuffy and we took it in turns to go to the loo. Therefore, we were up early for breakfast and, when we set off, there was still frost on the ground. It was lovely and peaceful and we had the paths to... Continue Reading →
