Pick up from the hostel at 3am, the earliest start yet. We travelled for 3 hours through snow and thick fog that covered the mountain range surrounding Arequipa. Arriving at the entry point of the national park for another breakfast of bread and jam. You know what, I am so sick of bread and jam. Literally every breakfast since I left England has been bread and jam. Sometimes I am lucky and I get bread, jam AND butter. What also makes the breakfast hard to stomach is how sweet the bread is. In England I don´t really eat much bread NEVER white bread and here I have eaten my entire body weight plus in rank white bread. Anyway I have digressed slightly from the point here. Back in the minibus heading to the deepest part of
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