The alarm goes off. Still half asleep, I stretch my arms and legs as far as they'll go. I sprawl out, try to blink the sleep away and reach one hand towards my backpack. My toothbrush is within easy reach. The washbasin becomes our morning meeting place. With toothpaste in my mouth, I mumble a barely intelligible good morning several times. The clock reads 5:10. Time for breakfast. The coffee finally starts to bring me back to life. Ahead of us lies the climb up the 3.537-metre-high Schalfkogel.
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