During a lengthy rest in one village, the crew took out the bagpipe and played a few songs for the locals.

Oh happy day when camp came into view, cows or not. Sweaty boots off, clothes hung on lines between the tent to dry and a chance to sit, schmooze, read, take a nap (ex-Marine's choice) before dinner or at least to get into a prone position. The trek difficulty ranged from intermediate to rigorous in spots with two passes to conquer ahead of us. The trail surface wasn't difficult at all. Meadows and grassy sections to begin with.

I just know you are dying to hear about the smelly toilet facilities. The crew set up a portable potty each night in camp using a large ammunition box with a toilet seat placed on top. It was lined with trash bags and a bucket of powdered lime was placed next to the box. The waste was buried every morning and the plastic burned or carried out. My druther is a toilet tent with a gigantic hole dug, little toilet bench placed over the hole, and powdered lime placed next to the hole. Use your imagination on how badly the accumulated waste in a plastic bag was. Oh gag...and the majority of camping was on plateaus with only a few trees to go behind. There was no choice but use this stinky tent until we got higher.