In almost exactly seven days time, I'll be at the highest point in Europe.
All my gear is ready and I have been holding myself back from packing my bag already for the last few days.
I have been touched by the amount of people who are really worried about the potential of me not coming back.
Apparently, if caught in an avalanche, swimming and spitting are the best things to do. I wonder if they knew that?
You know when you spend such a long time looking forward to something, you begin to resent it for occupying all your thoughts and end up just wanting to get it over and done with so normal thought processes can resume?
Well, I'm sure that feeling will be replaced by proper, undiluted excitement once I land in Geneva on Friday afternoon.
