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[It] made my hair go darker, even a touch of silver, and made my voice drop. [I] got a lot more aware of the necessity of self-sufficiency, of the worth of being able to draw on your own strength as a person. It was a bizarre experience and, in a paradoxical way, cathartic. We were nervous and we were also hallucinating 'cause we were at 15,000 ft. and we had peripheral edema, our faces were swelling up, our fingers were
swelling and our extremities were swelling...[acknowledging titters]..which
isn't all bad, actually, except there was only three guys so it was kind ofa drag... I went to Pakistan with a naive western way of expecting to be enlightened by the East and the mountains. And of course I wasn't going to be enlightened in that way--we weren't on some spiritual quest; we were just guys hiking in the mountains. But there wasn't any Winnebago to go to when it got cold, and I had to live with the pain. I don't want to sound melodramatic or he-mannish, but I did survive it and I learned from it. If I'd said, `Forget it, I'm getting out of here,' the whole trip and the movie would have been ruined. And, yes, I'd do it again. There was
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