One of the most breathtaking of the mountains is his silence. Last night, at daybreak, bladder woke beset by, and ended up sitting, protected by twelve blankets, enjoy nothing and looking at the sky with binoculars little substance that I bought in Pokhara.
I look at one of the stars of Ursa Major, which is actually a double star: Carpenter, largest, and Alcor, slightly smaller. If you look carefully, you can tell at a glance that a star is not what you see, but two. In fact, say that the Arabs were called "The Test", to which all young people undergoing. Those who could receive the Double Star were rated excellent to be part of hosts. Also known as Mizar and Alcor "The horse and rider".
I tell all these things in the morning to my fellow adventure, Ro, and she teaches me the beautiful pictures that are doing as a travel journal. Today we have to sleep in a place called Chame. We dawned early. Is the four-day trek, and legs begin to weigh. On steep slopes burned quadriceps. The road, however, as you go, begins to give us different landscapes, wild, unexpected. At one point we entered a beautiful valley. Surrounded by huge peaks with pine trees on its slopes, seemed that we walked through the Old West and soon we would get to John Wayne with his plate sheriff. East and west, as we went, a huge vertical wall stood at the sight.
We stop for lunch we met with a group of Spanish. And this may seem irrelevant, but when you're away is great to find others who share all your code. And if the firefighters are concerned grupete, imagine. The first thing I thought was: "I have to make friends with them to reassure my mother".
The housing is ridiculously cheap, but it is tricky: force you to eat where you sleep. And for dinner, and breakfast the next day
These firefighters are like those who populate the collective imagination: handsome and pretty, handle, supersport all, preparadísimos course for any incident ... I find it funny our Sunday, me and their paraphernalia. I feel like to suffer a faint right there to see how I serve. And they have the talent to the surface. After questioning to see if my friend and I are partners or may attack without shame, have come together to Chame.
Connect, that is 2.700 meters, header area is. It has plenty of accommodation, so do not worry about where to sleep, There is plenty of room, all with similar characteristics. The housing is ridiculously cheap, but it is tricky: force you to eat where you sleep. And for dinner, and breakfast the next day. But that is everywhere on the route. They live on what they pay for food.
Chame has up ATMs and a couple of booths with computers in case you want to contact the family (pasta costs a minute, but anyway). And, today is holiday. Tibetans celebrate New Year (at the next review I will tell you things about their culture). So after the shower, lunch and taking possession of the austere rooms, we go to the "fairgrounds". A show indefinable regional dances and songs leads us to the bed with the imagination-laden trip.
As I write now my eyes go from paper to Annapurna 2. 7.913 m colossal and impressive wisdom. As if it was up there where the sky begins, where the nature of the Earth joins hands with the universe
A village: Upper Pissang. An essential property: Yak and Yeti Guest House. It is the fifth day. Today we have reached 3.300 meters, This starts to be as big words. When you reach the village, Annapurna vision 2 shudder. This is what I wrote, sorry for the extreme mysticism- in the newspaper on 17 April, upon arriving in Upper Pissang. The story in order to convey the emotions that live in the mountains:
"As I write now my eyes go from paper to Annapurna 2. 7.913 m colossal and impressive wisdom. With its white beauty, its edges, their scattered clouds, as if it was up there where the sky begins, where the nature of the Earth joins hands with the universe. And we down here, so small.
I really like it if the land is threatened, were these white giants, and deserts, and oceans that could tell us what to do. Why do men always make the decisions? Why not hear the cries of nature? Muge a cow next to me. Wood is stacked in stone houses. A butterfly has landed on the paper where I write. He smiles a man with a curious look torn and. In the distance the valley and river, and the hills leading up to the powerful mountain, pine and spruce. And to the north, intuit guns left over river, more height, more mountains, more challenging "
That night the fifth day of climbing we played dice with Alberto, Gustavo and Mari, three firefighters (the other three have gone for a viewpoint that is even more demanding another route. We will meet tomorrow). And the moths were thrown wildly against the sails. It is shocking to see them burn and keep going to find the fire. What suicidal instinct persecuted?
The bed comes soon. Tomorrow, Matchday. The days are harder. You have to take forces.
