Kiss of God 5.416 meters
Day 10. Ask Thorung Muthinak. They say those who know the mountain, that, to cross the passage of Thorung The, must arrive before nine o'clock. Then he unleashed a wild wind so there is no way through it without putting human lives at risk. That's why the latest escalation, the final, starts at three o'clock. I, sincerely, I agradeIo. Because the night was infernal. We got into bed at ten p.m., and my partner Ro, insensitive to altitude sickness, then fell asleep. I, after writing the paper, try in vain to sleep. Impossible. I can not convey the desperation of this night, the third happened sleepless. Burnout is sublime, and further cold. But when I lie down I start to notice the lack of air. I deep breaths, but does not enter anything. So I spend sleepless, lying half, the hours before the start of the climb.
We have suffered, before, a funny mishap. We have closed the door leaving the room keys and luggage inside. When we told the hostel owners have given us a bowl with a 200 keys and told us they do not know what. But Ro has resolved quickly ... has taken a random and ... eureka, that opened the door.
A hearty breakfast, fourteen layers of clothing, On the front it is dark, and ... the way. From below we see the line of travel companions, like ants, progressing slowly, weary, up the road.
I can not convey the desperation of this night, the third happened sleepless. Burnout is sublime, and further cold. But when I lie down I start to notice the lack of air.
Each step, each move costs a titanic effort. Gustavo, one of the firefighters, has a clock that marks the height, and every now and then we will say how we, trying to encourage. I feel fatigued breathing Gustavo, and Alberto, and my heart pounding. Fart, fart, fart. I wonder if they resist.
Each curve in the road there is a new cost. Try not to think. A half day will take a, and someone gives me a protein bar that I appreciate like a kiss of God. We. Mine are happy, but can hardly speak. No oxygen. The first rays of sun comforting. The cold gives a short truce.
At eight o'clock, finally, we got to step Thorung The, 5.416 meters, the most you ever catch up, I am sure. There are about forty people, happy, taking photos. At most we have been learning on the road, and hugged. I have no strength to smile. A faint Australian. Firefighters revive. Valid for all, these guys. Another Brazilian has needed a ride in the final stretch arms. Has seizures and blue lips. A group of French, significantly higher, have been forced to rent donkeys to get on their backs. This trek leads to the limit. I understand that you can make any, but whatever you do have to know that you will reach the limit of his strength.
There are still many hours of beauty, as Marpha Valley, hidden guns, with Daulagiri, the 8.127 meters, leading the way.
It's my friend Ro, comes the other people in my group. We take the photos you see above, but here the cold, and that there is no snow, is glacier. So began the descent soon. We're going down 1.700 vertical meters. The slopes are even more enormous on the other side. I crashed a few times. I do not have the energy. End, to midnight, nine hours and 3.000 vertical meters after, we Muthinak. I ate something and I went to bed. Finally, three days after, I could not sleep concil. Tonight we will make a big party to celebrate. Beer, Nepalese traditional food, marijuana, joy.
There are still six games to fall to get back to Pokhara. There are still many hours of beauty, as Marpha Valley, hidden guns, with Daulaghiri, the 8.127 meters, leading the way. And wheat fields that moves with the wind like velvet skin giving us a hypnotic dance. Outgrown mysterious people where there are large numbers of people affected by any hereditary disease that makes them look like extras from a Stephen King movie. Are rivers to ford, and a, Gorepani, from which you can see the whole front of the Annapurna Mountains.
Do not know if there anything on earth can match 16 day landscape, Beauty & Fitness for body and soul. But of course, whether to make a contest, I present the Annapurna trekking insurance. I hope that in these days of account you have carried a little less of the passion with which I lived. And that you all had a fun time. For me it was a pleasure to tell thee, as always.
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ricardo
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Sensational climax to a sensational and very detailed chronicle of the Annapurna trekking. Congratulations truth! Hopefully one day I carry it in your backpack to follow in your footsteps in the beloved Nepal..
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Javier
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Here is an account of trekking which is a council, a map, a breath. What you told in VAP has been exciting, the same passion with which I have followed your rise. Thanks Juanchito and thanks to the group, especially Ro, also.
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Juancho
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How well spent then, How well you've had now remembering. A pleasure, , as I have said many times, write for anyone who wants through VaP.. Y in Pensee that is going to so easily get rid of my stories, I'll think of something to return. As, I enjoy your stories, as the last of Lhasa and Malaespina. Xavier, I promise that even if you are, I command that drops Dragon, and you'll see from now on your kart on the track there will be who beat you… 😉 A hug, friends.
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