12 spikes of 'deeth'

Another weekend of cheating 'deeth' (as they pronounce that here) - this time with crampons with 12 spikes. Each. For a total of 24. Murderous weapons on our feet.
We took a mountaineering class with the NZ Alpine Club and learned a bunch of useful things that one needs to know before heading 'to the hills' (Seems like Kiwis reserve the word 'mountains' for those things in Alaska). We learned about Enzed weather patterns and embarrassed ourselves when yelling 'south' to the question of the most avalanche-prone face of a peak. EVERYBODY knows that the sun is in the NORTH when high in the sky at noon. And then the geostrophic currents - everything is just so wrong down here. The direction you look in when entering a roundabout, the toilet doors lock by turning the dial COUNTERclockwise, the light switches are on when pushed down, ... and the toilet bowl drains the opposite way - out of the bowl. Talking about excrements: this is a picture of Toilet Gully, the perfect place for a number 2 when high up in the hills and stranded without a shovel:
And to get the bowels moving you need a hot tub, preferably a portable hot tub:
We did all kinds of things from crampon usage:
... to avalanche awareness training to self-arresting. 'Biien' is demonstrating the correct way here:

And in the end we made it to the summit of 'the hill':

And were treated to spectacular views: