Abode of snow

I must have gone mad; I'm waking up with the same feeling every morning since we've crossed 3 000 meters. I hate cold and I'm afraid of heights. So how come I'm here? I'm shivering. I crave for a shower like a junkie craves for a fix.

My companion is lighting his pipe but I cannot care less. I want to cross the mountains. Let's bloody go!

I dream of lazy days that are to come, about subtropical hideaway that is awaiting me. I long for a drink, I cannot wait to get wasted. And my mind is filled with the dirtiest of thoughts, so graphical and explicit and crazy.

Well, as I say, I must have gone mad.