I'm pretty sure Gmac will come up with some comments and photos soon.
I'll just throw few words to summarize: Blood, sweat, pain, twisted ankles, twisted wrist, damaged elbow, more pain, over the bar, midges, misery, puncture, more crashing. That's pretty much for me.
To be fair some part of the track was brilliant for technical ride, more hiking and pushing bike than riding though. But view from top... not sure it was worth all that hassle but it was something special. In that very moments I appreciate how much I love life.
Retro Zaskar and race shoes... what the hell I was thinking?