Three helicopters carried the rest of our compatriots back to civilization, which means it’s just the two of us now. What’s worse, even though there are some eighty people in the basecamp, nobody wants to go up yet. Fortunately the six Estonians skipped Korzhenevskaya and can’t wait any longer. Ok, eight people should be enough for tackling that three-headed monster up there. Off we go!
What a beginning that was! I only received the formal invitation necessary for visa application one day before the departure, no money left again, they treat us like dirt here in Tajikistan and when we finally reached the basecamp after three days of delays, Michal suffered a serious case of food poisoning… And when he got out of it and we went up to Pik Chetyrek to acclimatize, we got half buried in a sudden snow storm and had to fight for our lives to get down in one piece…
