Take two buffs!
A trek to Everest Base Camp Dave, Sarah and myself at Everest Base Camp It was still dark and very cold as we climbed up to the summit of Kala Patthar, about minus 10C and windy. We clambered over the final rocks to see the sunrise over Everest, Nupse and Lhotse. My buff was over my face to give some protection from the cold. I was breathing heavily; trying to get enough oxygen into my lungs in the thin freezing air and trying to ensure there were no gaps between my hat and my down jacket. I had been wearing the buff continuously for several days and nights:- it had protected my face from the cold, the sun and the dust; it kept my neck warm at night and covered my hair whenever I wasn’t wearing a hat as it hadn’t been washed for nearly two weeks and was sticking up in all sorts of directions. I had also developed a high altitude cold and cough ensuring that the buff was now truly disgusting as I tried to keep my mouth and nose covered… I should have brought two! Sara