Chronicle: Chronicle Having had busy days at the university, I am finally in Huancayo to make a documentary, but part of this department is to know that never in my life I have visited. Now I am in a car heading to the Snowy Huaytapallana. It is very early and continue step by step advice that gives me Joshua, our guide. Seen very warm clothes, and I drank two glasses of water full of coca (which incidentally tastes crazy mash floor) which helps the body resist the low temperatures that the snow is.
I'm very anxious, but mostly I wonder if I can climb, well just a matter of having a positive mind, nothing else. The car accelerates, we've been El Tambo (the city where we stayed), Constitution Square and other places, we are now in an almost empty field, we stop because we have to do some buying groups, such as buying tangerines, chocolates (to maintain body heat), coca leaves, plastic bags (if it makes your stomach is a bad move), apples, among other products. Retake the course, as we progress we see in the distance that a group of alpacas is about with their guide. Our vehicle is parked, enlisted the camcorder and my boyfriend, camera, it is time for action. I'm stunned how beautiful animals! They're away and I just stand there looking at everything to me around the hills are so impressive, the sun between the mountains makes it magical moment, I feel so small, but very happy to be here and I know that is only the beginning.
climbed in the car and we go forward, trace my head out the window and alo distance, saw a little cottage, I feel something unconscious, must be the dream ... Joshua says we are buttoned jackets, we put our gloves, scarves and all what we have on hand to take shelter. I listen and I feel ready to go, to do feel a slight cold but more rises and intrudes on my legs and face. Entrance to the cabin and there are some ladies of the place that offer us food, some leave money for certain dishes and others, like me, we are not just born appetite and carefully observe the room in which I am. I leave the hut with my boyfriend, we explore the site and for the first time in these 19 years experience the true feeling cold, I feel as if I cut my face, but despite that I like. Joshua and others are calling us, we meet at the starting point to begin the climb to the snow. Our guide tells us the instructions of how to climb, after that we started the stretch run for five hours.
The first meters are supportable, from time to time we stop to rest, but then each is appropriate pace according to their body and therefore some stay and some will advance more. I find it so hard to breathe, looked up and I see that snow is far away, I'm one of the penultimate group and this is making me think that they will succeed. The hours pass, I'm stubborn with myself and I demand to reach my goal, I take strength and I am one of the first I've even left Joshua with the group, as it is helping them climb the mountains, I fear, I am all alone, just me, the intense cold and the hills that are close to Huaytapallana finally follow my instinct, because I see a road and I know I should follow him. But I stop, I feel on a large rock and start to watch everything, fog, remains of animal excrement, breathing deeply to keep the rhythm, I enter the desire to persevere and as I go, I see some beautiful lakes, but I'm in a kind of cliff which I can not go down, the water looks so blue, so beautiful that I hesitate to take the camcorder and make a few shots as my camera and record some images. I know one of my friends are first, shouting his name because I feel so insecure, I do not want to miss this place, luckily managed to find and tell me to where I go. Continues over time and eventually we just meters of snow, the excitement overwhelms me and I see some have written on his face the words "vomit", "headache," among others.
hasty
I move, I finally reached the majestic snow Huaytapallana, I look up and watch carefully the great ice-covered mountain, the sun passes over it, there is a creek around, I take off the gloves touching snow for the first time. I make a small cut in the palm of his left hand but I do not care, I keep discovering more of it, I get into something like a trench of pure ice, I feel so cold and I like, I know I will never forget. I look all around me, I feel intimidated by such imposing figures full of snow, with my record look almost photographically speaking, all possible images in my memory. After several minutes, Joshua and my friends tell me that we should leave because it is nearly evening and then night, and we expect more than three hours of descent, since the time it is always less. Down from the snowy Huaytapallana remember is almost all uphill, but with double body pain and shortness of breath while this happens, last seen plants, rocks, ponds and flowers I had ever seen in my entire life, can remember them forever. It is now night, we're lighting our path with the light of the camcorder, some of my friends are in awe to know where is actually the cabin, but for our salvation we see in the distance a lantern light, as a reference, we rushed to see her. We come, finally, and all you do is get on our vehicle, and nobody cares have stopped paying the food that was sent to cook in the hut by the ladies of the place, only matter back to the hotel, ironically is named The nevaditos, bathe, dress our night clothes and finally give in to sleep tired and busy day.
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