So after 20 hours resting in bed I woke up still feeling like I'd been hit by a steam train. Struggling to make it down to breakfast I ordered apple pancakes which would hopefully help me conjure up some energy to press on. Again with the communication barrier, I was served plain pancakes and barely managed to get a few mouthfuls down.
Convinced I was probably building things up in my head to be worse than they really were, we set off towards the climb up to Namche Bazzar. Not even 10 minutes down the road I was hunched over emptying what little contents my stomach had left.
Not wanting to hold up the trek any more, I told the boys to keep going whilst I went back to the previous nights accommodation with the guide for what I thought was some more recovery time. He then delivered the terrible news, it was time to call in the chopper before things got any worse.
Feeling devastated I packed up my gear and moved to the helipad at the other end of the village, where I waited for the chopper that would take me on the hour ride back to the international hospital in Kathmandu.
On the plus side I did get a birds eye view of the Himalayas, albeit on a cloudy day. Lets hope the boys don't go all Brokeback while I'm gone.
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