Maybe, normally it would not mean the challenge , You are used to, but we will agree, we are speaking about the highest mountain in Your majesty's land. Under sophomore conditions. The truth is, I am not really shure, that it was the right mountain. Early in the morning I started from Snowdon Ranger asking the postman (the only man I met this day) for the way."Straight on, just up to the hill" he joked "you will not miss it". The weather? Just misty as normal, it was raining , The fog gave me ten meters, just enough for the impression, which kind of a surrounding I would have found there. I marched and marched and with me only 10 pounds of clothes and 20 pounds of water at least. Then came the summit, but a new problem arose: To the left was a hill, and to the right , too, higher than my footpath. What to do? I took the left side, and at last, I got the feeling, I had climbed the summit. But still there was a doubt. Was it, or was it not? You remember, I missed the chance to meet Lord Antony or another man that day, so, I might meet a woman? But I missed it, too, the muse did not come and so I ask the cicle of experts here: Did I make it or did I not, just straight on to the mountain and then to the left? It was my most difficult full-day-tour and, You will agree, a summit of an important country and , if You allow, it would mean one full count?
Two times the Teide in one week and a quarter of the Annapurna were nothing against that trip...
