I try to be careful to not lose the path and climb gradually. A moment later, I see those two guys again. They decided to turn back, because the fog is too dense to keep moving. I still decide to move forward.

I take a break to have a snack and to rest for a while. Shortly after that, I meet some tourists heading towards the top of the mountain, so I decide to go up with them. After a while we part ways; we have different tempos. The fog is so dense, I loose the track and I walk up on very slippery rocks, definitely not going the right direction. Finally, I glimpse shapes of other people in the fog; so I realize where to go. A few minutes later, I hear someone screaming: apparently somebody got lost and his friends are looking for him.

It starts raining and the path becomes more difficult, leading up through chains, wet and slippery from the rain. My hands are tired, I don’t have proper gloves, and I can’t see how long I have left to go up. The closer to the peak, the more difficult the trail is. The group of hikers that I saw before fell apart and turned back, and only one person went forward.

Part 1: July 19th – 20th

Part 4: July 17th – 18th

Part 3: July 15th – 16th