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We've gotta go up there!
I made it to the top; beating all comers. Obviously my legs are wobbly as I take a picture of the other side.
Woz was leading the pack until he cramped up in the last hundred metres. Remember kids: always keep up your fluid intake.
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My altimeter wristwatch, combined with my GPS (what a geek!) tell me that we gained 900m while traversing only 2.7 km horizontal distance.
Roberto is the guide that kindly went back to pick up my missing sunglasses.
She was worried that she wouldn't, but did it easily.
Yesss!!
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Matt was our fittest trekker, but got gastro on the day of Dead Woman's Pass. A lesser trekker wouldn't have made it at all.
Scott went down to give Matt moral support for the last 100 metres. Here they are arriving between two porters. The porters do it every week carrying massive loads on their backs.
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Our guide, Paola, does this every few weeks.
Group shot at the roof of the world. Jean, Peter, Scott, Sherryn, Warren, Jelena, Joanne.
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And now down thousands of steps on the other side.
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Why do they call it Dead Woman's Pass?. Well you have to imagine a woman reclining (as in a hammock) at the bottom of the pass. The very bottom is her waist, and, going to the left, we can see breasts, neck, and head. And presumably some weird headdress!
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This view is from inside of the toilet tent! But I didn't take a picture of the toilet this time — aren't you lucky!
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