An adventure filmmaker's harrowing account of filming an expedition to the top of the world.
It’s 9 p.m. on May 20th and we’ve been in the death zone for just over five hours.
Life is not meant to exist here.
In the death zone, we're all transient beings. I lie in my sleeping bag with an oxygen mask strapped to my head, devouring each artificial breath of life as though it were my last.
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