Right, now for the trek proper: of course people in the village of Achupallas had assured us that it hadn't rained there for a while and that we'd be able to stay dry, at least until the final day.
Okay, so the dry part was true for the better part of the first 2 hours, while we climbed...
...past cultivated fields and livestock all around, watching us curiously.
That was the part I had the most trouble with: steep climb over the crest of a ridge and into our second valley, which we'd walk along for the better part of 5 hours. Must have been the lack of time at high altitudes, but I really was beat! Oh and of course a drizzle started up immediately we reached the crest.
Matthieu, who resolved to carry his own pack rather than chicken out like Ioana and I.
Resting and filling up on water as the clouds closed in all around. The sun was still coming through behind me there, so we weren't too worried
I don't know how many times we had to jump from tussock to tussock to cross marshy places or from one bank of a little stream to another.
Whilst we were moving, everything was fine - exertion kept the body temperature up and the drizzle was merely refreshing
We thought our shoes had seen a lot by the end of day one... ha!
The little stream ran to our left and luckily drained away a bit of the moisture that had accumulated in the paramó. We headed up the valley on the true left bank for about 2 hours before camping.
Our campsite, prettily illuminated by the late afternoon sun, that was soon to disappear behind the ridges...
...and left us feeling uncomfortably cool and longing for the instant soups we'd brought. Oh yep, bowls were in short supply, as was dishwashing liquid (yuck! - after two days washing in cold water)
Burro! he managed to pull our tent down, because the rope he was tethered to managed to stretch just far enough so he could stroll around our tent and use it to scythe a tentpole.
To bed at 7pm, to chilly sleep at 11pm, woken up by the bloody donkey at 1am and got up again at 7am.
Okay, so the dry part was true for the better part of the first 2 hours, while we climbed...
...past cultivated fields and livestock all around, watching us curiously.
That was the part I had the most trouble with: steep climb over the crest of a ridge and into our second valley, which we'd walk along for the better part of 5 hours. Must have been the lack of time at high altitudes, but I really was beat! Oh and of course a drizzle started up immediately we reached the crest.
Matthieu, who resolved to carry his own pack rather than chicken out like Ioana and I.
Resting and filling up on water as the clouds closed in all around. The sun was still coming through behind me there, so we weren't too worried
I don't know how many times we had to jump from tussock to tussock to cross marshy places or from one bank of a little stream to another.
Whilst we were moving, everything was fine - exertion kept the body temperature up and the drizzle was merely refreshing
We thought our shoes had seen a lot by the end of day one... ha!
The little stream ran to our left and luckily drained away a bit of the moisture that had accumulated in the paramó. We headed up the valley on the true left bank for about 2 hours before camping.
Our campsite, prettily illuminated by the late afternoon sun, that was soon to disappear behind the ridges...
...and left us feeling uncomfortably cool and longing for the instant soups we'd brought. Oh yep, bowls were in short supply, as was dishwashing liquid (yuck! - after two days washing in cold water)
Burro! he managed to pull our tent down, because the rope he was tethered to managed to stretch just far enough so he could stroll around our tent and use it to scythe a tentpole.
To bed at 7pm, to chilly sleep at 11pm, woken up by the bloody donkey at 1am and got up again at 7am.
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Dude, those pictures look like the first day's burros were the only higher life form you encountered on that trip, so your packesel probably was in dire need of kinship - I suspect you taking out a bit of red tinge from his foto to conceal the resemblance of pelt.
Random question: Whats the link from donkeys to burritos?
Here's the link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burrito
"The word burrito literally means "little donkey" in Spanish. The name burrito possibly derives from the appearance of a rolled up wheat tortilla, which vaguely resembles the ear of its namesake animal, or from bedrolls and packs that donkeys carried."
"Go on, go on, ask me anything!" as John Cleese would have it :-)
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