And I did cry a little bit. But - here I am on the top of a mountain. A very bloody big mountain. If I look half-crazed, it's because I was terrified about standing up straight in case I got blown off the ridge. Yes, a fucking ridge! With snow! Ice! And men with spikes on their shoes!
I was probably the slowest climber. And I'm fairly sure the only one to stop for a fag break halfway. In fact, I have a sense I fell asleep in the snow and only dreamed the long, icy scramble back down in the dark. But my legs hurt like hell, so it probably did happen.