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I was up Early
IT WAS already light when I woke up the next morning following a long uninterrupted dreamless sleep. I left the tent and explored the area, but the cloud had set in again to about a hundred metres above where we were camped. The gullies were completely whitened out by the thick fluffy cloud, whilst the ridges were still translucent giving the eerie effect of smoke rising up the valleys. The wispy clouds hid the view across the large valley before me. I recalled Luis had told me a few days ago that from here I should see a mountain over six thousand metres high that was very dangerous to climb. So dangerous in fact that nobody who had ever attempted to climb to the summit has ever come back down alive. Today it eluded me.
Campsite |
It was very quiet here with no one else up yet. I took some photos towards Sayacmara, the ruins I had explored in the fog yesterday, but there wasn’t much to see. The cloud was well above the ruins, but they were covered in moss to almost perfectly camouflage the ruin against the surrounding vegetation.
Above the ruins were many sharp darkened peaks, through which I could just make out the second pass we had crossed yesterday. Far below us and hidden from view was the Aobamba River.
Breakfast |
I returned to the tents to see two of the porters starting to wake everyone else up. They were well rugged up in blue polar fleece tops and woollen hats. I returned to my tent just as they reached my tent. They were a little surprised I was already up. After all they were supposed to be our alarm clocks. They were serving out the tea from a translucent plastic jug which I thought would have been more suited for cold water. As usual I asked for two sugars to give me a bit of an energy boost.
With everyone else getting up now, we gradually meandered to breakfast in the main tent. The food was mostly cold, apart from cooked sausages. There were fritters and baked banana and hot chocolate. We were as jovial as ever despite the damp coldness of the morning. There was just one more pass to climb over today, and we were almost level with it already. Then it will all be downhill. I really wasn’t looking forward to that!
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