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Published: March 30th 2013
Today is not only day 6 of our trek, but also Mojo's birthday! I wake early after getting a so-so sleep. The additional mat has made a world of difference and provided some welcomed padding. But, as we had the backpacks in the tent during the night (to provide some extra weight so we did not fly away!) it was cramped. Also, as the tent is not as it should be, i was hit in the face with one of the tent walls during the night each time the wind blew, which was constantly. It is dumping with rain, & Mojo is out for the count, and i think to myself that today is a good day to rest. We are all tired, my knee's are shot, Mike has blisters upon blisters (impressive) and the weather is crap. I venture out of the tent to limber up and walk around the camp site, talking to a few other trekkers we know, all of whom are pushing on today, but wishing that they weren't. After a while, Mike gets up and we both look at each other and know without saying anything that we ain't going anywhere today. I stick my head
into the tent to tell mojo the good news, and she smiles widely, happily groans and roles back over and falls asleep again.
It's a cruisey morning, as we sit inside the cooking area sadistically smiling on the inside as we watch other trekkers pack up wet tents in the rain and screaming wind. After a while, we don't know what to do with ourselves as usually we would be well and truly walking by now. Then Mike proclaims, today i am not going to eat @#^&$%^# soup and dehydrated potato's, and we all agree vehemently, and head off to the shop to see what we can get. For lunch it will be proper pasta with tomato and mushroom sauce and parmesan! With some extra bounce in our steps we head back to the cooking area to make our piece de la resistance. And wow does it taste good.
After lunch there is a break in the rain, and the wind has died off, so we venture up one of the little tracks up the headland near camp to take some photo's of the beautifully coloured turquoise lake. There is a cute little bird, that closely resembles an
The three amigos
and one pair of really orange pants!!!!
australian wattle bird, collecting food and then taking it back to its nest that is buried in the side of the cliff. We soon tire of this and head back to camp where we run into Jamie and Elizabeth, 2 chilieans, who had been doing the circuit at the same time as us, but we had not spoken much. They too had decided on a rest day, and we chat and talk shit for a while, skimming rocks across the lake.
Soon the rain returns, as does the wind, and we all venture into the lodge, and mojo and i have our first coffee in 6 days, it's good. Not long after the bar upstairs is open and its happpy hour, 2 for 1 pisco sours. Jamie and Elizabeth have found out that its mojo's birthday, and soon the pisco sour glasses are getting racked up on the table. I wisely stick to drinking dark beer. By the end of the two hour happy session, everyone is quite tipsy and Mike and i decide that we will make the same dish we had for lunch for all five of us, back down to the shop to get more ingredients
and 2 litres of cardboard wine. One for drinking with dinner, and one to make mulled wine (warm wine with orange and sugar).
Dinner goes down a treat and the girls proceed to get more and more pissed. Mojo finds out that Elizabeth likes the same bands and music and the two are gibbering and singing away like parrots in a new found fruit tree. Soon there is a significant amount of red wine stained on the wooden tables from wildly gesticulating hands, and luckily the cooking area is soon closed and we are forced to go to bed.
Unfortunately, neither Mike, Mojo or I are carrying our camera's during the night, but Jamie was. So we will have to get the incriminating evidence of him at some stage...
The wind is howling again, but we sleep solidly that night.
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