The Lhotse Face is a sheer wall of rock and ice which is almost 1,500 metres in height, leading to both the summit of Lhotse itself and of course to the summit of Everest. It requires a good level of acclimatisation, hopefully a clear head, good crampon skills, a not too heavy pack and a good breakfast. Fortunately our long and progressive climb from Lukla at the start of the month meant that we were all feeling in reasonably good shape to attempt the climb to Camp 3 (7,050m).
The walk to the foot of the Lhotse Face was cold but beautiful, undulating fields of snow on your right and pinnacles of degrading ice on your left. I am always cautious to pace myself at the start of the day, ensuring that I’ve taken on enough fluid and have some high energy snacks tucked somewhere nearby when I’m peckish and did just that on route to the foot of the face, knowing there wouldn’t be a chance to eat once we were on it.
The face was a mixture of rock, and blue ice dusted in snow. The fixed lines of rope that we clipped into were clearly visible and after clipping into the rope at the bottom, I made sure that I was never unclipped at any point, using both my carabineers where necessary.
Kenton (our guide) led, followed by Greg, Omar, myself and Ben, all setting our own pace up the face. Despite the raging sun in the Western Cwm I had anticipated it being cold and wore thermals, soft shell trousers, a fleece and waterproof, leather gloves to grip the ropes and my favourite Buff under my helmet. With no wind I was too hot, but when the wind tore down the face I was glad of my layers as there is no opportunity to delve into your rucksack and find the appropriate item for fear of dropping your bag down the face.
We all made camp 3 feeling relatively well, and the headaches only started to kick in when we woke in the morning. I managed to eat some pre-cooked rice, some Belgian hot chocolate and some Ainsley Harriot Chicken & Leek packet soup. Your appetite really suffers at this altitude!
