" , I thought. My goodness, that was a beautiful prospect. Somehow I had to get on that chopper with him. I packed in thirty seconds flat, everything from the past three months. I taped a white cross onto my sleeve, and raced out to where Neil was sat waiting. One chance. Neil shook his head at me, smiling. "God, you push it, Bear, don't you?" he shouted over the noise of the rotors. "You're going to need a decent medic on the flight," I replied, with a smile. "And I'm your man." (There was at least some element of truth in this: I a medic and I his buddy--and yes, he did need help. But essentially I was trying to pull a bit of a fast one.) The pilot shouted that two people would be too heavy. "I have to accompany him at all times," I shouted back over the engine noise. "His feet might fall off at any moment," I added quietly. The pilot looked back at me, then at the white cross on my sleeve. He agreed to drop Neil somewhere down at a lower altitude, and then come back for me. "Perfect. Go. I'll be here." I shook his hand firmly. , I mumbled to myself. And with that the pilot took off and disappeared from view. Mick and Henry were laughing. "If you pull this one off, Bear, I will eat my socks. You just love to push it, don't you?" Mick said, smiling. "Yep, good try, but you aren't going to see him again, I guarantee you," Henry added. Thanks to the pilot's big balls, he was wrong. The heli returned empty, I leapt aboard, and with the rotors whirring at full power to get some grip in the thin air, the bird slowly lifted into the air. The stall warning light kept buzzing away as we fought against gravity, but then the nose dipped and soon we were skimming over the rocks, away from base camp and down the glacier. I was out of there--and Mick was busy taking his socks off."