Steel Guest House
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... but fortunately we could see people ahead) and soon the altitude and incline meant only baby steps were possible. But I pushed on, as did others - especially Max who wasn'tfeling well, and Jenna who was feling her ashma and the altitude - and we made it to the top. And what a result it was - Laguna 69 is a beautiful turqois lake with a waterfall in ther background. It is also virtually frezing - espeially at ths time of year. I'd stripped off layers as the hike had taken ...
... Nope. 'Do you think they've heard about second breakfast? What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? They know about them don't they?' (Lord of the rings you know it). After the lagoon we went all the way down to a dry river bed of stone and sand. It was wide and long with the mountain we'd hiked on one side and the mountain we were about to hike on the other. From the snow to the desert. Walk, walk, walking and we reached a massive ...
... cemetery which partially survived and
was where most of the few survivors were as well. As you walk up to the top of
the hill of the cemetery you can see the depth of rubble that covered the town
which is many metres thick. As it started to get dark we had a chance to walk
around the site and saw a couple of piles of bricks that was all that remains
above ground of the church and the rusting squashed remains of a tour bus.
After we left the ...
... at 20kph as he couldn’t get
the automatic gearbox to get out of second and he took a few back streets to
avoid having to stop and stall the car. The hotel staff was really good and let
us go to the terrace to have breakfast. The views from here are stunning of the
surrounding snow-capped mountains. After breakfast they gave us our room at 8
so we caught up on the missed bus sleep. We then wandered downtown to book ...
... set, food, clothes and several bottles of water on our backs. The mixture of admiration and pity we received from trekkers we crossed didn't instil much confidence either. To lift our spirits, I drew on our very obvious physical traits - one brunette, one blonde, one redhead - and started referring to us as the 'Powerpuff Girls'. From then on, we were unstoppable. (Even though Caitlin, despite being American, had no idea what I was talking about and thought ...