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Published: September 9th 2008
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As Hemingway said of his piece, ‘I’m throwing all the truth on this one’.
It was somewhere between two and four in the morning, when my eyes started to go blank, and zigzag was the only direction my legs knew. I was conscious, but had started to lose control of my body. Congestion was problem bigger than altitude at that point, and we had started at 11:30 pm only to go up, always up.
My hea...
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