Today we jack hammered our way from Skardu to Askole along a road that was rougher than Tommy Lee Jones face, bouncier than a Hollywood starlet and dustier than an indigenous reconciliation file.

In Askole we collected our kidneys from the floor of the jeep and setup camp. In a generous act of solidarity with the other gastroenterologically challenged members the doctor succumbed to a fever. The more able bodies spent the remainder of the afternoon organising the porter loads Karin the cook impressed with his first meal.