The ninth day wasn’t as fun as the previous ones. We started off with a ry tiring ascent, that caused us to curse our guiding book’s author much more. While climbing the sky was filled with clouds and rain was starting to hit us.
We finally arrived at a refuge. However, it wasn’t as nice experience as we has the least friendly hostess that actually shouted at us.
When we got out of the refuge after a short break we found out we were inside a storm. We met two British people, whom we had seen throughout the whole tour, and they were wearing shorts! Perhaps its just us Israelis who take the rain so seriously.
We started running down, freezing. The ground was filled with mud and was thus very slippery. At that point Yoav pointed out to me that I had two (alpine) sticks. I decided to mud-ski. Despite being an entertaining idea, it doesn’t really work so well.
As we were literally running away from the storm, we arrived at the refuge in Montroc really early. We decided to go out to a nearby town and get warmed up with coffee and such. That was the end of a short and wet day.