Having had one of my best nights sleep up the mountain so far, I awoke feeling fit and refreshed, ready to face the day's activity. Which was lucky, because we were heading back down to the delights of BC. After a meagre breakfast, we did a final check to make sure that the tents were all secure, and did a kit check with BC over the radio to let them know exactly what was up in C2, we headed back down the lines. Although I was unaware of it, it must have snowed slightly during the night, as a lot of the tracks were partially filled, but this made no difference to us, as we rapidly rappelled (abseiled) down the lines. It only took us about 1.5 hours to get all the way down to the base of the route, and by that time, despite starting off in all our kit and still freezing, the sun had well and truly come out, and we were absolutely boiling! Sweltering in all of our gortex and down clothing at the gear stack, we pretty quickly shed most of our clothes, finished up the last of our water and then started our trek back down the glacier into BC. Like some ill-prepared but ultimately fortunate desert explorers stumbling upon a remote oasis, we collapsed into the dinning tent to down ourselves with cups of tang and tea. The others, having only recently finished their breakfast looked upon us with rather bemused and pitiful looks! Having quenched my thirst (and devoured a handful of biscuits) I stumbled back over to my tent to sort myself and my gear out. Although we've only been away for 2 nights, it feels much longer, and the comfort of a solid platform under my tent is a real luxury! The lunch that followed was also a sumptuous feast in comparison to the dehydrated meals we've be subjected to, but no sooner was pudding served (tinned peaches - yummy), then we started talking about the next foray up the hill to establish C3 (7200m ish). My goodness, will this pain never end!