Adventure to Mount Aconcagua
Robin, said of a character from France I met at Pampa de Lenas, Valle de Vacas Road Plaza Argentina at the Aconcagua, we became tourist travel companions, share mate, very interesting conversations and mashed potatoes. He is a kind of human beast out of the ordinary, like a beast of burden prepared to suffer what I propose. Climbing left 15 years ago, a cold night climbing some famous north face of the Alps, he thought his life would last very little to continue that career and went to work and raise a family, he also studied and traveled … It is a simple person, does not need much equipment, old boots, a bag of 750 grams lighter. much capacity to shiver at night and a backpack to carry food for 20 days. At first it seems the typical clueless tourist height that you crave to travel on a whim and climb the highest mountain, I judged it without knowing …
We share the road, our pace was parallel, each with its idea and intentions, in the final attack together our miseries to see ourselves from each other as anything we are in a hostile environment which surprises mode besides suffering can show the range of possibilities, stop physically, mentally and emotionally. Thus it was, only the sixth day we entered the valley deluded failed two gladiators, one of them surrendered, “Mountains of the Mind,” which had always pushed forward, made no sense, with downcast head and tail between the legs like a scared dog down the valley were addressed to me without remorse for failing to fight, not giving me a second chance … Became meaningless, suffering eating more mashed potatoes, I wanted the heat of Mendoza, the steak sausage, quilmes liter and good conversation sitting in the shade of the vine of the Hostel independence in shorts, no shirt barefoot and sharing a good malbec with a free travel guide tranquil leisurely Lionely Planet and ready to enjoy the journey, the little things …
Robin was left around the corner from our naive attempt at camp 3 Guanaco, asked me my boots, that are not mine, that Pepe left me the 2 days before travel, because my intention was to go to Patagonia to ski, but my Diego mate gave me a week before the news did not come from physical problems (Mendozino wine connoisseur and the ease of moving through these mountains i just greed to return to tread the highest peak improvised .)… Robin course try them I said, I’ll try yours, and so it was, old boots and the decals I got the double Köflach. A hug and wished him luck. Four days later I found him in Mendoza dirty, his face burned, his beard a few days and some very old gaucho slippers that he had been left in place of mules, but his smile and his expression told me he shouted at wind from the top.
With Maya mantubo a kind of deep emotional conversation, a sort of instinctive human reflections of mental metamorphosis that many of us sooner or later experience, is a kind of biological clock in the procreative concerns that the alarm is activated in each different moments. I think we both went through this time of inner transformation and sort of mental, two parallel travelers who live in different worlds that need to go far to find something that does not look … I still have not found anything, not even myself. Ironies of life.
