…continuing up Rhotang and over
It rained cats and dogs for over 12 solid hours. Things were looking bleak and cabin fever had definetly set in as we bunkered down in a quagmire of damp sleeping bags and clothes, staring blankly at each other after every game in the book had been exhausted.The pass was once again closed, the tempremental landslide a few kilometres up was playing up again. We would simply have to wait and see. Another night at Marhi. Morning broke to the patter of more rain on the tent, it couldnt have been bleaker. By 9am the clouds were lifting and the road workers were on their way up to do some clearing. This was our gap!