travel in the himalaya is always, always interesting.
a gave me smythe's kamet.

'The next morning, before leaving camp, Greene was called upon to do some more work. One of his patients was a small boy who complained, apparently, among other things, of a sore throat. Greene examined him, but could find nothing in particular wrong. He decided, however, that, as the boy's tonsils were none too healthy, it would be a good thing if they were to come out on the spot. He was preparing to perform this operation when the terrified boy explained that it was not he who was ill, but his father in the village below, and that he had come on his behalf, and had merely tried to enact his ailments.'
F. S. Smythe, Kamet Conquered (London: Camelot Press Ltd, 1932).

now, only if smythe got his names right...