Vast wilderness in northern Argentina: La Puna de Atacama. Incahuasi seen in photo (6612m) |
In Bolivia we tried to climb the monstrous Nevado Jakouma 6427m as our first climb. We only made it to about 6000 meters due to a combination of iffy weather and inexperience, technical mountain experience and high altitude experience. I got horribly dehydrated at high camp and suffered the most menacing head ache and feeling of discomfort in my life. It was a good trek but rather painful.
Standing at the highest point in the Americas: Aconcagua 6962m elv. |
After Sam Left to return to Canada I chilled out a while. I bussed back up to Bolivia chasing a dream job with Lonlely Planet that I never got. A spent over a month doing very little climbing and no mountains. A feeling built up inside of me, a powerful urge to go back up. I had no power to resist it. I decided to go back into Argentina to visit one of most remote areas in all South America, a stretch of desert on the northern border with Chile called La Puna de Atacama. Here lied almsot all of the 15 highest peaks on the continent but all in the form of giant piles of sand and scree, ancient volcanoes rarely ever climbed. I ended up spending over two weeks here in the far remote high lands where hitchhiking a desolate road got me between mountains. I climbed some nice ones but was blown off Incahuasi 6650m when raging winds blew sand and rocks into my eyes making incredible discomfort for myself. The whole time I spent there I never saw another soul in the mounatins and it was a very lonsesome time. It was also a very beautiful and inspiring time it stands out as one the most vivid and intersting experiences in my life. Still it was harsh; cold, lonesome and those horrific sand stoms that locked me down in my tent were just something else.
When I hitchhiked out from there I arrived for the first time in 4 months to the Pacific Coast but I quickly grew bored and searched for my next mountain. I ventured offf into the desert hoping to be able to hitchhike to a very remote and high Volcano on the edge of the true Atacama desert. Carrying 15 litres of water I was lucky and caught rides to my destination which proved more remote than I had ever imagined. I spent 4 nights in pure solitude at 5000m camped on a spectacular ledge of Volcan San Pedro 6154m. I summited succesfully in time for sunrise. To my amazement from the top of this stupendous peak not a single sign of civilization could be seen. It was a sensational outing but all this time alone was starting to bother me. After this I spent 3 weeks on the coast learning to fly in a town called Iquique. Paragliding that is of course, I sailed from the beaches to the sky up into the mounatains carving elegant turns high over the desert dunes.
This was an amazing experience but once again I found I missed the mountains. I tried to ignore it but couldnt so I left north bound. At this time I was starting to get a little home sick having been on the road for a good 10 months including my time in Canada. I made a plan to do some rapid travelling up through Peru to Iquitos in the Amazon Jungle then through Ecuador to Columbia from where I would probably fly home. I made good progress until I found Huaraz in northern Peru. I knew I would like it there so I had planned on spending a week perhaps.
On my first day there during a walk in the hills above town and while enjoying great views of the cordillera blanca I decided it was the nicest place that I had ever been. I just wanted to trek though, I didnt want to have anything to do with the icy peaks and the technical and dangerous routes that led up them. But can you guess? Before I knew it I was making ambitious plans to climb high 6000m peaks. Days turned into weeks and then months. I was settled in nicely at Jos Place hostal and the climbing was superb. I climbed the most spectacular climbs of my life. I indeed suffered some cold night and some minor frostbite. But with my experience I was on top of things. Not once did I get dehydrated nor sunburnt. As it would turn out I spent the rest of my trip right there in wonderful Huaraz before flying home from Lima on the 18 of June.
So all in all I was in South America for 8 months and all in all I hardly left the mountains for a moment. It was the heart and soul of my trip to South America. I didnt visit the Amazon once and the ocean only a few times. Sort of a shame but I have no regrets. My time in those in mountains is so special to me. It was high point of my life and perhaps something I will never beat. I learned how to survive in some awful places and although at times it was indeed painful or atleast very uncomfortable I could not regret things for a second. And yes I very much understand if one does not understand me but perhaps if one day you stand where I stood at 6325 m on the peak of Chopicalqui high up in the cordillera Blanca and on one side layers of clouds simulate that you are in heaven and on the other past more terrifyingly beautiful 6000m peaks the pacific ocean glistens 20000 ft below you may have an idea. If not surely than when you climb alone the full moon lit scree slopes of Volcan San Pedro and you realize that the world in which you walk is wholey and purely yours due to the absence of any other person in a vast area then and only then you may realize that a great deal off suffering is fully acceptable to have a chance to experience such a sensational feeling and fulfillment that no money nor magic can buy. It is you and only you that can get get what you trully want out of life, somethings are only attainable by hard work and determination. Suffering and exhaustion is indeed a big past of teh game if teh high mounatins are what you chase. But take time to learn it, to many people die from altitude sickness, for god sakes dont push to hard, know your limtis and if you dont yet then start off conservatively. Enjoy those views and enjoy the reward, its often big effort big reward kindof experience. It may sound rather horrid but it doesnt have to be.