5am. Cold with a light wind brushing over an ice covered tent. I got out of my bag to wake everyone. It was about 25 degrees. More stars than night filled the sky. When I finally donned my cold weather gear and crawled out of the tent the North face was booming upright with a silver hue. I walked tent to tent "time to get up". Excited voices, the rustling of clothes, tired replies, stoves hissing. It was the day we would go over the highest and holiest pass on the Kailash Kora. For some it would be the hardest day of their life physically. Stay tuned.
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