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The trail started very easy, through pasture and shrubbery. After about an hour I started to feel my legs, but we canít stop as we have to be back before sunset, and itís 16 km horizontal and 2 km vertical. After another hour I considered to have a nice break down, but looking at the sportive impression Marijke made, I decided that it was too early to admit that Iím a wimp.
Finally a pause, and then I realized how beautiful and magnificent it was. I was busy all the time to look at the rocks in front of me, and to adjust my breathing to my heart pace. Man, weíre already at altitude. Then the guide told us that we hadnít even arrived at half the trek. I really hate ďcapullosĒ who know how to destroy my happy mood.
We continued the climb. Marijke is flying up, her husband Frans was probably in the same mood as me, the guide had no issues whatsoever, and I felt left alone with my feelings. Many heavy hours further we increased the number of breaks. The thin air didnít help climbing, but as I quited smoking already for hours now, I felt better than expected, but still dead meat.
Marijke arrived first, and we didnít even try to beat her. Thin air had itís impact on my brain. I saw visions of me strangling this sportive woman, who was constantly shouting things like ďcome on, youíre almost there nowĒ in such a fresh and sparkly voice, where I felt like crap in capitals. The last part was the steepest, and after every ten meters up I had to stop and gasp for air. Fortunately I noticed Frans imitating a goldfish too, now thatís company. Finally we arrived at a flat field, the top of the mountain. There was a beautiful small lake, but I couldnít be bothered to walk that full ten meters to the shore. First things first.
The mountain was covered with heavy clouds, but the sun opened up for Marijke, so she could see that spectacular sight of the majestic Illampu. Before I could crawl there, the clouds closed the scene. Near the lake there was this inca ruin of a temple, for priests to be overwhelmed by the Illampu at sunrise. They must have lodged there, as thereís no way these guys could run up that mountain like that to be in time for sunrise.
Itís a pity I missed the Illampu, but whenever the sky cleared a bit, the view was magnificent. We didnít had much time to enjoy it, as the guide insisted we would descend, as we were the slowest of all his guests and we were already late.
You would think that ascending is the heavy part, but I found out it isnít. Descending showed to be pretty hazardeous, loose stones, and an impact on the knees with every step down. Fatigue makes careless, and thatís risky, particularly when itís starting to get dark. The last part wasnít steep, just long, very long. We entered the first little restaurant we could find, and enjoyed a well earned beer. Tired but fulfilled.
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After Sorata we visited Coroico. This is what you could call a cute mountain village. It's januari, so the start of the summer, and all plants and trees are blossoming. The village itself is rather small and very idyllic.
I was sitting in a pub, together with my fiancee and her father, overlookinh the village square. To my surprise I saw a few negro boys playing. Where did they come from, as they didn't look like any Bolivian I'd seen so far, and they didn't resemble Inca descendents. I asked my fiancee, and at that moment I noticed a black priest entering the church. Aha, I got it.
My fiancee was very offended and didn't want to talk for a full day.
It turned out to be descendents of slaves, who escaped the Potosi silver mines, about 500 km. south. They went to live in the surroundings of Coroico, and still live in small and poor communities. That's why.
The road from La Paz to Coroico is spectacular. A dirt road creeping up on vertival walls. Check it out by clicking here, a powerpoint presentation of someone else.
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