Trip Start Dec 26, 2009
95Trip End Dec 22, 2010
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I sat their on a rock, as a farmer pushed his herd of llamas between the narrow bricks walls. The once majestic, shimmering liquid gold and purple horizon; now distorted from the upturn of dust, from the scampering llama. I was exactly and without doubt, where I wanted to be on the surface of planet earth and there was not a star, moon or llama that was out of place.
I was sitting approx 5300m in altitude; sick, dizzy, spots emerging and disappearing at their own will and dehydrated; close to the top of volcano............(name escapes me) overlooking what was once a lake I don't know how many years ago, but is now the worlds largest Salt flat
far, physical reality in itself.
Apart from superficial abrasions like "wow" and "thats sick" there was a deep appreciation for the sight David, a Chilean guy(name escapes me) and I were beholding. Although the volcano and Salt flats are profoundly separate, the aesthetic union created is a kind of emotional symbiosis, you cannot look at one without being deeply affected by the others proximity.
We wernt given enough time from the guides to climb the last 300m frustratingly enough. So we descended disappointingly conclusive of discussions to return to this peak one day. But there will always be more mountains to climb, more fish to catch. As this ocean is full and plentiful, that is the glorious mountain range of the Andes.