With 4 profuse blankets over us and more than couple of thermals beneath our clothes we yearned for sleep. But all we had for the entire night were intermittent, disturbed cat naps. Due to thin air it was advised not to cover our face with blankets while sleeping and the caps that covered our heads were certainly ineffective in negative temperatures. The speed and sound of wind which banged our eardrums throughout the night was unheard before. At times the blow was so strong that it shook the entire tent. I was seriously thinking of shifting to the back seat of our Innova which looked sturdier. It seemed even the time froze at this temperature as the hours passed like years. That was perhaps the longest and hardest night of our lives till date, spent by tossing and turning on the bed in absolute annoyance.
I realized that I am also having a heavy head and was now regretting the dinner for which we went outside the tent (the hardest price we ever paid for a meal...). Had we continued our sleep we may have sailed smoothly through this windy night. All through the night we kept on asking each other if we are fine. Even chatting was not an option as every single sentence we spoke left us panting. The villain (HAS) of our “travel love story” finally trapped us. I did think of utilizing the disposable oxygen canister at this point but none of us had the guts to step out of our blanket at that hour of night. Lying down flat on our back (in silence), was the least excruciating position and so we decided to remain that way and try getting as many snoozes as possible.
It was a juncture from where there was no possibility of turning back. The only way out was to patiently count hours till sunrise. Our only ray of hope was “morning”…….