To the heights of the Andes

The noise is gone. There’s just the wind, your steps, the cling clang of the backpacks and the rhythm of your breaths. Silhouetted in the inmensity and with tired legs, the load feels somewhat lighter, our challenges fall back to proportion. We find ourselves at peace.

And yet, remember: these young mountains conform the Ring of Fire, our volcano avenue, La Cordillera and are just as alive as we are. Beware not: we’re close to the tent. We’ll then have hot drinks, generous meals, and plenty of stories to share.