with all the snow the roads often appeared to be single laned and we had quite the tough time navigating past lorries that occupied all of the visible tarmac. At times, we had to manually clear out snow by the sides of the road to move ahead of a stationary lorry which was easier said than done because even simple tasks required a lot of effort at that altitude and we were left breathless before we knew it. Exhaustion was soon a major factor and most of us conserved energy by just plonking ourselves on the snow while we waited for the mess to clear up. After what seemed like the longest time, with cold as an unwelcome but faithful follower we were finally clear and we made it for lunch at a very welcome and very blue tinted food stop. Almost unbelievably, the restaurant had beds with pillows and colourful blankets that doubled up for chairs. A more welcome sight for weary travellers there never had been.
to combat powerful headaches. My head felt like the weight of half the world was on it but it wasn’t as bad as what some of the others got. Technically I’m incapable of making that statement with full confidence, after all how does one gauge the level of one’s headache against another’s?
It was also around this time that I noticed the was wearing traditional woolen socks that had me blinded for more than a few seconds. The picture below is exactly what I clicked with the camera and has not been altered in any way. I think I still see coloured dots even today on account of the more than extravagantly shaded socks. Argh, my poor eyes!