Instead of climbing Kilimanjaro, Alex Preston was confined to bed for 22 days. Now he's back on the up This time last year – as Facebook reminds me, painfully, daily – I was on Everest, with friends who were no less close for being recently made, and suffering the initial pangs of an obsession that would come to dominate my life.
I’d been choppered up, tracing the paths of the ravines that cut between mountains before rising above the tree-line to skim across karst fields.
When we finally descended on the yellow tents of base camp, it was blisteringly cold, prayer flags chattering in a wind that whipped spindrifts of snow from the great mountain above.
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