There are times when we experience certain impressions about which we would have to think and reason at length if we really wished to explain them; we would have to attain real subtleties of psychological self-examination. When, towards the end of July, I began to make my plans for leaving the Siachen, I had a continuous and complete feeling that my journey was already ended; yet it was not half over, and the worst was yet to come—that is, the hitherto unexplored passage from the Siachen to the Rimo, which one could foresee would be difficult in itself and would also have to be accomplished under great difficulties as regards commissariat.