On the way to Phortse

This morning was an interesting exercise in psychology. Most of us agreed last night that we really could have done with an extra day in Machhermo, and this morning I really struggled to get motivated. I packed my bag by means of throwing everything in the bag, ignoring any concept of proper packing.

We're stopped in Dole for a tea break, and I know we've got another few hundred meter descent followed by a 200m ascended ascent to Phortse. Not particularly looking forward to that.