Twenty-four hours (and a bit) of life on the road. The silence is broken with the piercing shrill of the mobile phone alarm. At 7.35am our second alarm is sounding but I have already left the warmth of the bed to put the kettle on (and quickly retreated back to it). The day starts as most do, very leisurely. Donna opts for a game of candy crush and coffee (in bed) whilst I am finishing the last chapters of Sherpa Tensing's sons account of his journey to the sum...

What I failed to mention in the last post was the classical tune that Donna hummed throughout our walk (to keep the bears away) was playing in the visitor's centre later the same day. The assistant there was watching a video clip of a guy playing the tune on a table of glasses - co-incidence or what. He was very glad to help identify the tune which involved him humming it into his laptop and then searching for the film it was used in. The frustration was over, ...