It suddenly all went a bit Bear Grylls as I had to call in the heli for extraction.

That didn’t go so smoothly as, five minutes in, there was an emergency evacuation call on the radio which meant the pilot ejected us on a mountainside 4,000 metres up while he went off to the rescue.

He did eventually come back to pick us up, but then we had another little diversion: to collect his poorly 80-year-old aunt who needed to get to hospital in Kathmandu.

Which is in fact the nice thing about the mountains - you’re obliged to leave your status, ego, individualism and well-made plans at home. Because if you don’t work together up there, then you simply don’t survive.