Last full day in Chile. I’m afraid I’m writing this in a huge hurry, about to hop in the car and drive 500km to San Juan in Argentina. So no waxing lyrical today. Suffice to say it was a long very hot day. Christophe is in, safe and sound but with a very sore back. I speak for us both when I say we’re looking forward to getting home. Even terminal positive thinker Christophe seemed to waver a little as we picked our way through the scorching rocks and scrub to the tents.

Another day, another baking bivouac. I have dust in every available orifice. Today felt like one of those days where you feel the need to convince yourself that you’ll look back on all this as an amazing experience. Amazing the power of fore-hind-sight.

Must not and will not grumble. The Dream is alive. I can almost smell the podium. Reminds me - I haven’t had a shower in about 5 days. Lucky you can’t scratch and sniff a blog entry. 

I promise I’ll do better tomorrow. My post should include a dawn photo of MT ACONCAGUA at 6959m. Excited!