- Overnight, the conditions outside improved, however it was not the same inside our dortoir. Some time during the night Bryon had rushed out, and several additional times.. each time for a longer period .. I did not believe he was just just enjoying the Blues and rock music playing in the toilets.
Something he had eaten, or drank yesterday had disagreed with him, and now he was feeling very rough. I got up and had some breakfast, whilst he rested. However this proved to be the start for me and the food started my stomach rumbling and I had terrible indigestion.... now we were both on immodium.
We could not be a worse position here ... at least one days climb to get out in any direction, and Bryon was very weak, effectively loosing all of last nights food.
Around 9am we decided that we should make a move up to the Holandia hut - the lowest height gain to get out. If we had know how much it would take out of us, then we should have stayed put, and made the next day a long one.
Dropping down the ladders, and collecting our kit from the depot among the rocks at the bottom.
The first bump, and we are already drained - both suffering from stomach problems, dehydration and lack of energy.
We put our heads down and continued up the slopes. Around about a third up the slope, my stomach finally had enough, and I left the contents on the glacier. Now I was in a similar position as Bryon.
Looking back to the hut, we wondered what on earth we were doing.. getting exhausted, and needing to conserve water in the heat of the sun did not help as we were getting more and more dehydrated.
At the second bump we could start to believe we were making some progress. However Bryon was flagging, and I was in desperate need of a toilet - I was running around 9 hours behind Bryon. Another deposit on the glacier, and back to putting one foot in front of another.
All the way up, my attention had been on getting to the col, unfortunately when we got there, there was still height to gain to get to the hut, which was hiding on top of a rocky outcrop.
By this time I had moved ahead of Bryon, as we each concentrated on putting one foot in front of another, very exhausted. After the final step I approached the hut and left the skis at the back ski depot, and walked down the ice steps cut down the side of the hut, to the verandah and the entrance.
I believe the guardian was exceedingly surprised to book us in, and we asked for two 2 liter bottles of water and one of coke. 30 mins later there was not much left. We just sat in the sun and tried to recover 
We had made it to the hut, it was very surprising how debilitating the illness made us and how it completely limited our ability to do anything.
We had plenty of time to study the route down the valley for tomorrow.