But for an untimely bout of food poisoning I am fairly confident that I would have already summited Europe's highest mountain. Having arrived in Russia fit, fully acclimatised and ready to climb the week started as planned. Three days later, and having already been up to 4,800m without any issues, I was all set for one last push for the summit only to be struck down with food poisoning twenty-four hours beforehand. Weak and dehydrated I was unable to make it any further than 4,800m before turning back. And so, not one to be defeated, I will return to take on Elbrus again in a quest to tick off another of the 'Seven Summits'.