Simulating top anchors and hanging belay from the ceiling in camilos and richards house whilst baking bread, drinking bear and listening to reggaeton until 2 in the morning. Tomorrow me, N and Ailo will climb Euphoria, a 300 m high multipitch if the stars will align and the weather will be good and our bodies may obey.
We made it!
Best camping: Cabella’s, a stones throw from the climbing routes
Best morning coffe: with Olle and Karin looking out at the top of Cerro Castillo wrapped up in our sleeping bags
Most random: BOTH Facu and Ailo (that we climed with in el chalten) turned up at the camping where only we slept, 1,5 km outside town, not knowing of us or each other being there. A lot of hugs that morning.
Biggest victory: lead climbing a 6c
The latest days of climbing are slowly becoming weeks, newa and old friends are crossing our path, and we theirs. At the moment we live with two boys in their house in Cohyaike together with a french girl we met in el chalten and then randomly met again at the camping in cerro castillo. We’re planning a multi pitch, but mama natura is stopping us, so we spend a day drinking mate, going to town and enjoying time as it’s begun to pass in this very special rythm. Different things matter now.
Those few clothes I brought are slowly breaking, my shorts melted and my shirt ripped, my trousers all have holes and my Cinderella shoes are giving up on me and I on them. I’m getting stronger each day. I’ve started to snoar due to no pillow and a constantly snuffly nose. My hair is blond and tangly, I can lead a 6c. I meet new and interesting people every day, speak more and more spanish. I’m well and inspired. I am exactly where I want to be right now.
Stumbled upon a gem, a camping just by the foot of the rock, full of newbolted lines. A little house with earth floor and a woodburning stove, a long drop and a little muddy river/trench where we can get water and at the same time get a great use of our water filter. Its costing us 6 euros/night, so we can stay as long as we have cash (120km to the closest cash mashine, so not ideal considering our average speed on the bikes). A little paradise. And in spite of normal march weather the sun is shining upon us every single day and the stars are laughing at our wide open mouths in the evenings when we sit by the fire, drinking wine from a glass jar and push forward the desicion to moove on for yet another day.
Biggest misscalculation: mixed up the different currencies and took out LOADS of argentinian pesos just before we left Argentina.
Best luck: appearantly the weather in el chalten, people we met had been there 1 month without seeing the sun, we had sun every day for 10 days.
My dirtiest secret: washed my cykle t shirt for the first time this week
Enough beauty and challenge for one day but didn’t want to get back to civilization just yet. So we stopped and camped just before the border and downhill gravel track. With the glaciers and mountains gently humming us to sleep.