The day after active relaxation we made out first ascent to the slope of Elbrus. First cable railway to the hight of 3800, then a little walk to the hight of 4200. This walk took place already in the snow and was quite easy compared to the previous walks. It was much easier to walk in the snow though it was in a higher altitude and we had big backpacks along. Throughout the whole journey i thought i can’t get too tired because i have to spare some strength for the final ascent. Here we also used the crampons already. The weather was warm, some people even went in shorts. We arrived to the rocks where we put our tents. These were called The Saviour Rocks because the camp of saviors were there. Right after the arrival i felt good, even though fast movements made me dizzy and it was an effort to walk uphill. Only after a few hours the hight started to have an effect. I started to have a headache and sickness. I felt really weary and didn’t want to do anything. Tried to sleep for a while, but it seemed to make things worse. Then i woke up and started to move around and take photos. More experienced people suggested that moving around would make me feel better. Well, it didn’t make me feel better. But at least i didn’t throw up like some others did. By the evening i felt already better and the night passed without a headache. During the whole journey i shared a tent with two fellows. The tent we had up there was smaller than the tent at the basecamp. At some point at night i started to feel claustrophobic between them, wrapped in the sleeping bag and woke up in fear not realizing where i am. In the morning they also said i had talked in sleep. Something about men and bitches. Don’t know where that came from...
In the morning we woke up exactly during the sunrise to make an ascent to the hight of about 4700 meters where there were The Pastuchova Rocks. I went alone again. I was very tired already in the beginning. For the fastest it took about one or two hours. After about four hours almost everyone had passed me. I was just staggering there with very little steps, taking photos, thinking about going back all the time. I reached the beginning of the rocks, but from there on the ascent started to be very steep, so i decided to go back. I felt totally tired, sleepy and unwilling to do anything. I thought how the hell i am supposed to climb to the top if i’m so tired already there. Also i thought people must be totally crazy wanting to climb a mountain. Then we slept in the tents for a while and later came down to the base camp again.