When I tried to get up just before 4 in the morning, I thought I won’t be able to drag myself downstairs and into the orange camper-van of my travel companions. I felt so weak and dizzy, I could only concentrate on breathing. The high altitude didn’t help.
I just made it and watched my bike, tied onto the back of a Chinese pick-up truck through the camper-vans wind screen all day. The drive through the Tibetan landscape was beautiful, but I couldn’t enjoy it too much. I was preoccupied with keeping the red plastic bucket in sight – luckily I didn’t have to use it.
