...I take a break to let my muscles recuperate and so not much happens.
...a break is needed anyway because weather (wind) forecast for the next few days is scary. I mean knock-you-over-while-you're-standing-and break-your-tent-in-the-middle-of-the-night-scary.
...I meet the first Polish tourists fresh from the summit. They leave me their sunscreen! Thank you!
...I do the laundry just for the sake of doing something and it's not very effective anyway.
...I prepare my game plan.
...I notice with joy that my hometown is included on the totem pole signposting distances from base camp to different word cities - apparently it's 13,783.9 km from here to Gdansk.
...I learn with surprise and shock that a group of Basque climbers had their (pitched) tent carried away by the savage wind while they were on a day outing...