[original Czech version below] We’re climbing up to the pass at 3,000 meters. In the background, we hear a sound similar to thunder, but unlike yesterday, it’s not a storm; it’s the melting Zaresho-Kalde Glacier, which we’ve been admiring throughout our ascent. I’m still soaked from the grass we trudged through in the valley earlier. Since we camped near a stream last night, we were the first to walk through the meadow this morning. It wouldn’t have been a problem if the clear night, full of millions of stars, hadn’t been followed by dew. And if the grass wasn’t taller than a grown person. To the bites from the midges, I now have an odd rash, probably a reaction to the local plants. We crossed the stream over a dusty remnant of the glacier, and now we’re scrambling up the hill. It looked steep on the map, and reality definitely matches that impression. As we climb higher, we have to hold onto shrubs and grass. Fortunately, the small children who move at a snail's pace on flat roads...
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