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November 1th, 2003
 

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Allrightie! We left. That's one thing we know for sure. No idea when we'll arrive, tough. Because leaving seemed as hard as climbing the Himlung barefoot.
Despite the endless phonecalls with travelagencies and airline companies, there were some problems with the flight. For some strange reason, only five tickets were confirmed. "uh, you guys are twelve?!"

And on top of that, the London-Abu Dhabi flight was overbooked. No panic! A couple of phonecalls later, only Frank and Kris had to plea for a seat. On their knees. Since they were alphabetically the last ones in the line... Funny, because they were the ones who initially intended to leave a few days before the others, to arrange things in Kathmandu.

Anyway, in the end, everybody got his ticket to London. Up to Gulf Air now to match far too little - seats with - far too many - people. Worst case scenario: we build a lap-tower in the plane...

 
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.
Sir Edmund Hillary