BY BELLA WESTAWAY Five weeks ago, as I lay in a hostel bed in San Sebastian, Spain, with a spring sticking into my hip and my iPod drowning out the sounds of snores from the guy in the bed below me, I cried myself to sleep. My mum was about to head to Nepal, to attempt to climb a mountain. It's called Ama Dablam, and it's breathtakingly beautiful. It's also 6812m high and technically difficult. I was crying because I was scared. I was scared she was not coming home. I am no stranger to my mum heading off on crazy adventures.