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there just isn't anything much cuter than a tuckered out pup...
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Frank Solida III | Radionar 80/3.5 | Velvia 100F | V750 scan
but you can adopt him! puppy is as close as you get to solid love.
(this may be the blurriest of the bunch of some new shots... and I may love it nonetheless)
Franka Solida III | Radionar 80/2.9 | Velvia 100F | V750-M scan
LDD Brickheadz versions of Professor Hershel Layton and Luke Triton from the puzzle adventure video game series Professor Layton. Official art
Brickheadz versions of Professor Hershel Layton and Luke Triton from the puzzle adventure video game series Professor Layton. Official art
Brickheadz version of Professor Hershel Layton from the puzzle adventure video game series Professor Layton. Official art
Brickheadz version of Luke Triton from the puzzle adventure video game series Professor Layton. Official art
I woke at midnight as planned. I struggled into my clothes and went downstairs where the others were already tucking in to some last minute breakfast. I again tried to eat but couldn't. I sipped some water and had to again make some less than convinient trips to the outdoor bathroom. I walked past David in the corridor and he asked me how i was feeling - I was feeling terrible, possibley the worst i'd ever felt - before I got the chance to answer my guide called me over and was helping to pack my bag. I managed to clamber into my heavy jacket and snow boots and attach my climbing harness. We left the refugio at 1am. I decided I may as well try and see what happens. Me and my guide were already a few minutes behind as i'd taken longer to get ready than the others in my weary state.
We walked a few metres out of the hut and, in the now heavy snow, attached our crampons and roped ourselves together. I was alone with one guide - i assume as i struggled the previous day - whereas the others were roped into 3s. I dug my crampons into the snow and we started to make our way, slowly, up the steep face. I was at the back which made things a little easier as I could step into the footprints of those who were ahead.
I was feeling incredibley dehydrated already and it wasn't a help that i only had boiling hot water in my bottle, which i couldn't drink. Although it was very cold outside I had enough layers on and was working hard enough that i felt too hot already.
Although i started a little behind for the firsthour or so I was keeping, an admittedly slow, pace with the others. I felt ok once we got into a rythme but the effects of the imodium had worn off and my stomache was not reacting well. It felt as if we every excersion would lead to an excreation, not good.
I struggled on for a while but my pace was slowing, I was having to stop every 10 minutes to sit down and try to drink more water - although i had no energy i still couldn't force myself to eat. Once sat down and not moving it became very cold very quickly and the guide was keen to move on. Again I have no idea why he was letting me continue in such a bad way.
We twisted our way up the mountain for another 30 minutes until we got to a part that was a little more technical. The slope was 45 degrees and we had to really wedge our crampons into the snow to assure a secure grip, my guide had to reinforce the techniques of maximising the contact points of the crampons with the snow, as if not placed correctly my foot would slip down the face - which wasn't ideal with a drop so far i couldn't see the bottom in the dark!
After that the route became less perilous and we again weaved our way further skyward. We passed a crevase that I was intrigued by and stood to peer down - the guide quickly warned me and told me we had to hurry through this section as it wasn't safe.
By this point I felt like death. My stomache was rumbling, I was struggling to breathe and I felt like I had no energy reserves at all. I sat down for what must have been 10 minutes and peered up at the route before me. Well actually I couldn't really see the route before me, visibility in the dark and the snow was not much more than the length of the rope to my guide, or maybe i'd have turned back sooner. I told the guide I was feeling bad, infact i'd been telling him the whole way up until now, once I realised that he had no intention of halting my attempt I realised I wouldhave to make the decision myself. Still sat in the snow I asked how high we were and how long we had left to go, I got the rather depressing answer of 5 hours left and 5500m. This was ridiculous, I could barely put one foot in front of the other so the idea of continuing another 5 hours to the top and then another 2-3 to get back seemed obsurd. I told the guide that we should go back down. We sat there for another 5 minutes before the guide asked if I wanted to carry on up. I declined and we set off on our way back down.
It wasn't until this point that i realised just how exhausted I was. I was gasping for breathe and was walking down in a dizzy stupper. I was in the lead this time, with the guide following, roped, behind. We were following our footsteps from the way up but the heavy snow was limiting my visibility to just a few footsteps ahead. We managed to get down to the tricky section where I no longer had the balance to walk along the narrow path. I had to face the slope on all fours and jam my crampons and ice axe into the slope to avoid sliding down.
Eventually it flattened out and we continued to trudge down the mountain, i was having to stop every few minutes to catch my breathe and drink more water. When we got to the bottom of the slope the guide dettached the rope and said he would meet me at the refugio - a 5 minute walk away along the path we had walked earlier. It took me 30 minutes to make it up the small incline and I climbed straight into my sleeping bag. One of the girlswas already back at the hut having turned back too and we chatted a while before I tried to get some sleep, it was somewhere between 4 and 5 am.
At what could have been 8 or 9 the first of the others returned. They had walked through the night and made it to a point 50m below the summit. At which point there was too much snow to walk along the dangerous ridge to the top. Once the sun came up the snow had cleared and they were able to get some great photos from up high. We were all shattered and tried sleeping in the refugio until about 12, before having some lunch and making the walk back down to base camp where the vans were waiting to take us back to la paz.
It was good to get back down to the comparatively oxygen rich 4000m and we asked for the quietest roomin the hostel for a "few days recovery time in la paz" - a phrase that I would later find out to be impossible.
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His first days at our home.Motya is playing with Rocky's tail.
Rocky is to small,and doesn't know,who is Motya,and what is going on at all.
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I will not make a joke here.
I will not make a joke here.
I will not make a joke here.
I will not make a joke here.
Our new baby and a new FRIEND.
It was 4 years ago,and now he grew up to 94 lb,BUT STILL A BABY AND HE ALWAYS WILL BE ONE!
He looks like DeNiro as the boxer in Raging Bull. Turns out Rocco was a good choice for his first name.