We arrived at the False Peak, 25 meters before the actual peak. In-between us there was a knife ridge, with less than a foot wide top, that leads to the peak. The difference between climbing a ridge and climbing a knife ridge is that if one person falls, then the other needs to jump off the knife ridge in the other side. You walk on a knife ridge, afraid to fall, and think all the time that if the other one falls I will need to jump to a 600 meters fall or to a negative cliff on the other side of a few hundred meters. I was occupied with that thought of jumping all the time - it took me some time to get mentally ready for the jump. The adrenaline, just from thinking about jumping, was in high concentration in my blood. The jumping part looked scarier than the falling part. Luckily, Kagan (not I) didn't fall and we didn't need to jump to the other side.

It doesn't look scary in the picture - but it was!
Just before noon we made it to the peak. What a feeling. When we got there - one of the expeditions that didn't make it starting shouting to us from the bottom congratulation shouts. We tried to return the shouts, but were out of air.

After the good feeling and the great view of all the Annapurna Sanctuary, we started to walk back. The clouds came and on one of the sides that I was ready to jump to, you couldn't see the bottom! We crossed the knife ridge again (just as scary), and started to climb down (even scarier than climbing up).

When we arrived at Base Camp, the locals that heard we made it up to the peak, invited us to a much needed hot tea.
As our tradition continued - the next day after climbing the peak was a snowy, misty day.

On the way down we saw a Peres
We cleaned ourselves in the hot-springs that I was at five years ago (Jhinu)

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