Why do alpine tourists not like it? Are they worried that those in rubber boots with a bulk of bread and their wife will have a picnic on the top, lazyly going without insurance and cats, and a couple of bottles of cognac will cool on the glacier under the shale? No, I understand the day to cut the steps three intermediate nights under the carnis on the fifth of 3x3 you get to the top, the head turns from the anticipation of victory, fatigue in the muscles and here the hook is a maniki, shashlik, cognac, bread, five water wash your hands, and the young man has already been sent for a beer in the bottom, to crack. )))) And the fat man looks at the climbers, and their eyes are neither good nor good.