Brit mountaineer rescued from world's third highest peak as French climber killed in Himalaya expedition
Adrian Michael Hayes was returning from the summit of Mt Kanchenjunga in the Nepalese Himalayas when he began to suffer from severe altitude sickness.
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Hayes was rescued by Sherpas and brought down to a high-altitude camp as rescuers wait for better weather to evacuate him, the Himalayan Times reports.
Meanwhile a French climber on the same mountain died on May 10.
Margareta Morin, 63, died at 7,800m (25,590ft) on her way up the mountain as she couldn't be rescued during severe weather.
Yogendra Tamang of Peak 15 Adventure said conversations were now underway with Morin's insurance company to bring her body back down.
Morin reportedly did not have any prior experience on climbing mountains over 8000m.
Kangchenjunga's summit is 8,500m high.
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