Wake up at 6am after a rough and cold night’s sleep, but luckily I had acclimatized and the headache was gone, however a streak of miseries and fails was just waiting to happen:
Firstly, I found out the zipper of my sleeping bag was broken and I couldn't close it anymore, which meant, that I could freeze to death at the temperatures we were expecting higher up the mountain (-20°C).
Secondly, my Water blatter hasn't been properly closed by the porters after the refill (and stupid me obviously did not doublecheck) and 3l of water spread out all over the tent floor in our sleep and soaked Sleeping bags, mats and lots of our clothes for the next days (Sorry for that, Alberto)
Furthermore, out of all the medicine I had taken with me, somehow the coca-pills for altitude sickness leaked in my bag and all spilled -> because it was wet they all dissolved... they were really hard to get and I wasnt going to take diamox, due to its potential side effects, so I was convinced I would just have to persevere through the altitude sickness or have no chance of making it up.

So after the first night on the mountain I already thought i could give up, with a sleeping bag way too cold for the temperature and soaking wet, nothing to do against altitude sickness, dirty and wet clothes and a running nose.

Mood: 0/10

What followed the unluckiest night must have been one of the luckiest days of my life:
We started the second stretch to ~4100m at 7:30 with all my hopes and expectations hitting rockbottom, when 15 minutes into the walk, I find a small silver detached zipper on the trail, half burried in the sand (imagine how lucky!!!! There was literally nothing else littered on the trail ever and it was in the middle of nowhere, that is like finding an all-you-can-eat sushi-restaurant in the desert just before you would starve). After already having had plans to cut off a zipper of my backpack and try to attach it on the sleepingbag, I tested my luck and took it with me to see, if I could fit it on my sleepingbag. Hence, I put it in the pocket of my wet "used to be white now brown" shorts I was wearing (stupid, I know, but i didn't expect it to be that dirty and all my wet clothes were soaking up all the dirt).

For me ahead was the most enjoyable bit of hiking with me figuring out my comfortable pace without getting altitude sickness and getting to know Attilay, one of the guides who saw my powerbank and asked if he could borrow it, which I think was the only reason he really wanted to talk to me, because after I gave it to him he left and I thought I would never see my powerbank again; I was obviously wrong... We arrived at the second camp (3823m) at around 3pm for lunch with the altitude sickness kicking in upon arrival in form of a terrible headache and the first people falling behind a bit and arriving later. By now Attilay had shared the news of a Powerbank with some of the other porters and soon it was handed around and one porter after the other asked if he could borrow it for a bit, but they were all extremely nice and thankful so that I couldn't say no and after chasing them for a bit I always got it back.
The tents were all set up and luckily the wet tent was now for someone else (woops). The next stroke of luck occured, after we were done unpacking and drying the sleeping bags, because the zipper, which I had to cut out of my pocket, because it somehow fell inbetween two layers of cloth in my pants and I couldnt get it out, actually fit perfectly on the sleeping bag and I could close it(!!!) (after the 20th attempt). Post-lunch we hiked above 4000m for the first time and stayed there for a bit only to acclimatize and walk back to the camp at 3810m, which turned out to only make my headache a bit worse. By the time we had dinner I also got a bit dizzy and due to the altitude I had no appetite and had to force myself to eat. Claire, the walking pharmacy, said she might have something that could help me and call it luck or miracle she was the only person who stocked up on similar coca pills as the ones I had previously all dissolved in my backpack and I was promoted to her chosen group of individuals she would hand them out to every day (she would have given them to everyone, she is awesome, but not many people knew she had them and I was only lucky to find out).
So by the time I was going to bed, this time with Marc and Alberto in the same tent, because we thought 3 people would be warmer, my headache was better, I could close my sleeping bag again and all my stuff was dry!