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After another day's rest, it was out into the mountains again.
I didn't take many pics but it was quite busy out there. A lot of locals on the track but they slowly thinned out the higher we climbed. It took a couple hours of rock-hopping to reach this waterfall.
Finally, I saw some local life ..................... in the distance ................. :imaposer:
Unfortunately, this is where things took a turn for the worse (so no more pics). What started as a niggling pain in the outside of my knee a day or so ago, soon started to hurt. We walked past the wreck of a rescue helicopter that had crashed back in the 70s, which gave me a few goosebumps, but I was still ok.
An hour from the summit, I could see it, I had to stop and rest my knee. That was a mistake. After resting for a few minutes, I could hardly stand. What started as a little pain was now knifing me from my hip to ankle.
I turned around .................
Now that was a first for me. I can't think of any time, ever, where I've done that. I'm normally the one saying "Fuck-it, let's carry on, we'll be fine", but today it was my turn to throw in the flag.
I had a long slog back down, having to climb down using hands and sliding on my arse. No dignity but at least we were in the middle of nowhere ............ no-one to see :biggrin:
Anyway, after much time and a few pain killers, I hobbled back home for a well-deserved cup of tea.
And, that, I'm afraid, was the end of my High Tea in the Tatras.
However .............................................. I was soon to be re-united with my 950 in the UK ................................ TET was calling ................ :thumleft: 8)
I didn't take many pics but it was quite busy out there. A lot of locals on the track but they slowly thinned out the higher we climbed. It took a couple hours of rock-hopping to reach this waterfall.
Finally, I saw some local life ..................... in the distance ................. :imaposer:
Unfortunately, this is where things took a turn for the worse (so no more pics). What started as a niggling pain in the outside of my knee a day or so ago, soon started to hurt. We walked past the wreck of a rescue helicopter that had crashed back in the 70s, which gave me a few goosebumps, but I was still ok.
An hour from the summit, I could see it, I had to stop and rest my knee. That was a mistake. After resting for a few minutes, I could hardly stand. What started as a little pain was now knifing me from my hip to ankle.
I turned around .................
Now that was a first for me. I can't think of any time, ever, where I've done that. I'm normally the one saying "Fuck-it, let's carry on, we'll be fine", but today it was my turn to throw in the flag.
I had a long slog back down, having to climb down using hands and sliding on my arse. No dignity but at least we were in the middle of nowhere ............ no-one to see :biggrin:
Anyway, after much time and a few pain killers, I hobbled back home for a well-deserved cup of tea.
And, that, I'm afraid, was the end of my High Tea in the Tatras.
However .............................................. I was soon to be re-united with my 950 in the UK ................................ TET was calling ................ :thumleft: 8)
