Eventually having broken through the clouds and at long last successfully scaled the forbidding Nilgiris Mountains, we come across at a height of nigh on 7000 ft indications of civilisation. Praise be! A bemused, somewhat insolent goat herder directs us toward a well-worn track that leads us to? C.F.
Resolute to a man we struggle on! When unable to negotiate a particular hazard we like Sisyphus of old descend and having chosen another line of attack hurl ourselves again and again at the unforgiving rock face. C.F.
Our ardour is currently somewhat dampened; the recent monsoon rain has caused severe mudslides, at every turn our path is blocked by fallen trees or boulders, which hinder our already slow progress. In one place the whole trail has disappeared having plummeted into the yawning chasm below. We tread a knife-edge, every perilous footfall a step closer to home. C.F.
Having had no sighting of the dreaded Vippers and buoyed up to a man by the notion of being homeward bound we cracked on a pace! A whistle hovers on our lips and with a spring in our step, we start to climb! C.F.