When we got there, we were only faced to more snow and minus degrees. The second morning when we woke up in the humid and cold van, 10cm of fresh snow covered our gear that was hanging outside. I remember crying 3 times within the first 2 hours, warming my fingers under my tears, trying to get a little life despite the numbness. On the third day, after another cold night in the wet van and more fresh snow, we decided that it was time to have a last session before heading up again. 12 hours later and a long part in a snow storm in a convoy on the mountain plateau, we were home sweet home again.