So here I am: on the road again. This time, with a very ambitious target: climb Llullaillaco solo, in 4 days, after 12 days of de-acclimatization. Not a small challenge, one that makes you wonder why you want to attempt it in the first place.
But Volcan Llullaillaco is an old dream of mine, that began when waiting for treatment in a hospital. It is very simple, really: I was reading this magazine in the waiting area, and in it was an article about this far away volcano on which mummies had been discovered on the summit. Then and there I decided that some day I would climb it. Kind of like for Ojos del Salado: an impulsive wish, that never lets go of me.
OK, now the photos:
The track to Llullaillaco traverses utterly barren deserts and gigantic open sky mines. |
In deep shit. Five minutes after stucking the car, a passing vehicle stops and 4 mine workers help me out. The only other car I saw in the desert that day :) |
The tent (thanks Fabrice!) behind the car for wind protection. Llullaillaco in clouds behind. Damn. |
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