San Rafael - Corazón de Mendoza

The Excursion to the Uruguayans’ Airplane Contribution by Carlos Lanfredi (Last part)

In that place we saw the cliffs where the airplane hits. It is very long to explain the causes and conjectures. There is a real thing: if they had taken the road that we took, all of them would have survived after two days of walking, and keeping in mind that in October it is not so cold in the valley where we sleep the previous night, where there is vegetation. The glacier is encased, the easiest road to enter there is ours. There it began to be cold. Duvet coat. Polar sweater. We ate something cold, wine, always speaking about this. It didn't move me, it made me meditate, and to put myself in their place. It started to be cloudy.

I began to have a headache, I do not you if it was because I took a long time to go to the bathroom, for the height, for the fatigue, for the tension of the dangerous hill. When we were returning, I went so tense on the horse that I preferred to walk. I went taking my horse. The path is difficult, but I feel more secure. I go slower than the horses. I don't believe in ‘The Andes Miracle", for me there is not anything supernatural: northe soft slip of the airplane, nor to survive in that cold eating meat, with little water, nor in the crossing of the Andes. There is not a miracle. There are not multiplication of fish and bread, there is not resurrection of Lazarus. If we see the hand of God, we could also make him responsible for the fall. Undoubtedly it makes you to think of God. And they thought and they felt and think about God. We returned to El Real camp. Roasted goat, jokes, alcohol to discretion. As soon as I arrive I go to the bathroom, I take two painkillers and I go to bed for one hour. I get up better. Play cards the previous night. We won. I make myself a good pillow stuffing clothes inside a plastic pant. I sleep very well. Today was beautiful to wake up there. Domingo 9: have breakfast, dismount camp, saddle horses, go down. The horses are tied during the night so that they don't escape. The muleteer showed me fox footfalls. Well. I will tell you more personally. I hope you enjoy my story. Please, send this e-mail and the previous to Ruca, so that Claudia and my daughters read it. Thank you. It is 11: 10 pm. I will walk a little down the San Rafael main street. A big kiss. This E-mail would arrive to Pinto one day before me. Carlin, the adventurer.

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