We have an extra day now to do what we want and the group opts for a waterfall hike.  Marek says he’s done hiking so I offer the alternative of drinking at the market and enjoying the beautiful sunny day.  This is amenable to him so we cruise the market buying a map, book or just one last t-shirt until about 11am and then begin drinking beer and ordering lamb kebobs whenever it suits us.  Bjoern comes back early from the hike and joins us, telling us we had the right idea.  The rest come back around 4 and join us, regaling us with stories of how great the bikini clad women were at the falls and showing pictures to back it up.  I always regretted being sick and not able to celebrate with Marek on Kilimanjaro; this was makeup and we made the right decision for us.  We drink until 5 and then take a break because the celebration is scheduled for 7.  

 

The whole group piles into a bus and they drive us down to a restaurant in Cheget.  There is another group of similar size also celebrating.  One girl in that group forgot to put on sunscreen or cover her face on summit day, she has a ski goggle line on her face…above is white, below is the color of brick, a true mountaineer.  We start with beer, but as dinner starts Vodka shots are poured, so I nix the beer.  Dinner is fantastic and each course brings on another round of Vodka (or two).  We get our awards and give our tips.  A professional photographer took some pictures of us on our summit climb (not on the summit) and some of us buy the pictures and CD.  I did well over a dozen shots (but I was intentionally only filling the shot glass to ½ after the first 2, so I ended up doing about 8 shots) when Bjoern brings over donkey shots (bombers), I throw mine back like a pro and then watch as he drinks his and then he tells me how impressed he is.  Bjoern is trashed.  I’m starting to feel it, so I decide to dance it off a bit with Oxana which I think Patrick has on video.  I think all this oxygen is helping me handle all the shots.  I go outside for some fresh air where I am flashed by another girl from the other group.  I flash her back.  A little later on I see Marek outside and come out ask him how he’s doing.  He says, ”I’m pissed.”  I ask if he wants to go back to the room.  “Yes.”  I gather everyone together and put them in the van, except Bjoern, no one knows where he is.  Oxana finds him and we go back, singing the whole way “Let’s get füking mental” led by Bjoern.