Toughing it out

These were the hardest days for sure.  A gentle climb on the first day before the big push to La Lung La.  Two big climbs in one day -

both over 5000m. I started to talk to my self and got dizzy now and again on the approach to Thang La.  I started hearing voices

'Australia, Australia!' and then to my astonishment a lorry pulled up and the guys I met in Shigatse were on board!  This cheered me up

and some how gave me renewed energy.

I was so happy to be at the top and looking forward to the crazy downhill.  Unfortunately the headwind at the top meant I had to actually

get off the bike 10km down the road and start pushing.  The winds were relentless, and would not give up all day.  Eventually I was

beaten, I threw the bike down and shouted 'FUCK'!  Like that was going to help-duh!  I just wanted to cry to be honest - I was walking at

3.5km/hr when I should have been bombing it at 30!  It was 3pm and I sat and ate a lolly and cursed the wind.  My map was torn and a

Lorry blasted more dust into my face.

I pressed on until 9:30pm when my body gave up.  I struggled to get the tent up in the howling wind.  Rain, wind, dogs growling and

barking at me at 11pm - crappy noodles and ants in my tea bags - I wanted this day to end.