On the forth day of trekking my right knee decided it had had enough and it started hurting pretty much. On the way to the campsite just below the Kuari Pass I had to get a bamboo stick to help me get there. So once there I decided to create a stick for the following days.
One of the horsemen provided me with a stick, but it was really uncomfortable to hold and let the pressure get to the stick and not your leg. So I though I needed an appropiate handle I could lean to properly. And taht's what all my evening consisted on. Getting an adequate branch, cutting it, shapping it, and finally sticking it to the stick.
Well, I must admit I did a great job on that, though I somehow knew it wasn't going to last the rest of the trek.
So the next day was the day for crossing the Kuari Pass. It started with a steep hill up to the pass, where the stick worked very well. We kept on along the snow, where the stick kept on in a good shape, until walking along a riff I sliped and broke. I managed to save the stick for a while, but it needed more effort to maintain the handle in its place than just walking with the stick, so I decided to separate them. 
The rest of the rute was very slippery, muddy, and difficult to get by, with constant up and downs and no plain path. Hardly being able to bent my knee, MEN!!! That was hard to get through!!!
Somehow, I overcame the difficulty and made it to the campsite, I must say, exhausted!
Once there though, it was all worth it!
One of the horsemen provided me with a stick, but it was really uncomfortable to hold and let the pressure get to the stick and not your leg. So I though I needed an appropiate handle I could lean to properly. And taht's what all my evening consisted on. Getting an adequate branch, cutting it, shapping it, and finally sticking it to the stick.
Well, I must admit I did a great job on that, though I somehow knew it wasn't going to last the rest of the trek.
So the next day was the day for crossing the Kuari Pass. It started with a steep hill up to the pass, where the stick worked very well. We kept on along the snow, where the stick kept on in a good shape, until walking along a riff I sliped and broke. I managed to save the stick for a while, but it needed more effort to maintain the handle in its place than just walking with the stick, so I decided to separate them. 
The rest of the rute was very slippery, muddy, and difficult to get by, with constant up and downs and no plain path. Hardly being able to bent my knee, MEN!!! That was hard to get through!!!
Somehow, I overcame the difficulty and made it to the campsite, I must say, exhausted!
Once there though, it was all worth it!
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