The next morning was bright and clear and we found we were in the wrong place.. from here we needed to head over to the Hollandia hut, but there was little we could do on the way - the big peaks were beyond us at this stage.
The shame was that we needed the rest day yesterday.However the walk to the Holandia was not a simple one - although it looked like it on the map, as we had discovered the last time.
From the moment we dropped down to glacier and started skinning we could see the destination lit up on the skyline by the morning sun.
On the way past we had a good look at Hasler's rib trying to see the route, but there was still a long way to go.
The trip up the glacier was an almost endless slog in the full glare of the sun. We did not seem to be getting any closer.Finally we felt the sides starting to come in which meant we were getting to the final slopes.
At this point there are a number of crevasses, the route I took went through the middle and gave Bryon a photo opportunity.
Looking back you could see where we had come from down a long expanse of glacier.
The hut on the shoulder was a welcome sight, despite this being a light day it was still an effort.
Gratefully we left our skis in the racks on the end of the hut, and walked around to the veranda.We could have kept on going and gone on down to Fafleralp (as we would tomorrow), but we wanted to take another peak Ebneflue.
So we sat on the wall and looked down the valley at the parties all escaping that way.The one thing to remember about the hut was it has a "dry" toilet.. the stench of ammonia and pine chips is heavy on the ground floor, luckily the accommodation is upstairs.