After a short two hour walk from the roadside village of Koyo Zom we arrived at our base camp spot. Our base camp was beside some villagers' summer huts where they stayed whilst their herds of sheep and goats grazed on the higher hill side. No westerners have ever approached the mountain from this side and our arrival at the camp produced a fair amount of excitement. At first the women and children were very shy and didn't know what to make of us. The girl in this photo was one of the first to start being confident with us, keen to join in when we started throwing a tennis ball around. This image captures her character perfectly with her grown up posture, gazing out confidently at the world with her little brother still not sure about us. It wasn’t long until they were all out trying to talk to us but we could only communicate through drawing as even our base camp staff only shared a few words of their local dialect. The little boy in the background of this photo, took great delight when Tom played him some techno.

Will and I cramped in the back of the tent whilst John took his turn melting snow at the door.

We were all feeling pretty beat up. The look on Will’s face sums up climbing at higher altitudes better than any climbing photo can. The effects and emotions of trying hard and pushing yourself in the mountains isn't something you can recreate.

Taking good photos of the duffle shuffle is actually quite hard. I've spent a lot of time snapping photos of bags being thrown on yaks, dragged through airports and train stations but they often look staged or are too messy. I had been through quite a bit in the last seven days (six days of climbing and 24 hours of rescue coordination madness) and all I wanted was to get in this Land Cruiser and sleep. Maybe my tired brain helped me to think simply and rather than trying to get photos of people loading the bags, I just waited and took a photo of some bags in a jeep. Doesn't sound like it would be good but I think it's the best duffle shuffle shot I've ever taken.