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Follow, follow the sun
After traveling through all the beaches of Brazil and all that
desert swamp with a horror heat from Brazil and the west of Bolivia, the truth is that it can't be
more grateful than being in a landscape like this one, in fact less. The truth is that when I am in a place like this I feel that there is something inside that
stings me with the mountain, there is something that stings me that makes me come here to be happy, to be very happy,
lack of oxygen because now it shows quite a lot but it is a wonder.
We are going up to the... what is it called?
That's right, to the Huaynapot, which is 6,800 meters. No, sorry, 6,088 meters, it's up there.
We are at 5,030 meters, right? We are at 5,030 meters.
This is Juan, my touch and my guide.
What is that Juan?
This is coca. We call it cocalips.
It is good for the height, for fatigue, for not sleeping.
Hey, the clouds are getting in, right?
Yes, they always pass through here and then they get lost.
But we are not going to be caught, right?
We have to give the patch a hand.
We are going to go down, from here to the top.
It is 1.5 meters in the morning, approximately.
We must be at 5,500 meters right now.
The only thing we hear is the wind blowing under the crampons.
And, fuck, what am I doing?
And look up, only of those stars.
And look down, and only of the patch.
It's a wonder.
It's only 5.5 meters, and we just made the cloud.
Juan, what's the name of the cloud?
Huaynapot, yes, Huaynapot, yes, that.
Well, it's a shame not to get to a summit and not be able to enjoy the views.
And sometimes, in the imagination, it will be better than what you see.
We are at 6,088 meters, but well, the fog has come in,
and the jet did not show up yet.
We are on the edge of the cliff, the people that are there.
The first time I'm here.
We are on the edge of the cliff, the people of France and the land,
the people of Bolivia, over here and over there.
But what can I say?
It's a wonder.
