Up,up and up we rode and the further we got,the colder it got and then suddenly we were up in the clouds. The further on we went the more if became like a horror film, the clouds made the bikes in front disappear for a whole and then reappear. We reached the top and suddenly we were in a strange “village” and their was a casino/ hotel perched on the hill in amongst the clouds (probably the Russians). It was absolutely freezing and our petrol supplies were running low. After finding fuel, we were keen to leave the summit as fast as possible, and my hands were almost numb.
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