Fly to: Santiago, Chile
Internal Transfer: Santiago - Cohaique
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Time Zone:-3hrs GMT
Day 9, 12/11/07 - Patagonia Northern Icecap
Woke up at 5:30am and left camp at 7:30am. This was the morning Ariel's alarm repeatedly rang, getting louder & louder, shredding each remaining nerve one by one!
'Arja!' Nicki shrieked, the woman simply turned off the alarm and rolled back over asleep - oh & promptly resumed snoring! Ariel's breakfast was going cold whilst once again we were waiting for her, when she arrived strangely she tipped her coffee into her bowl and drank it down in one like some sort a ravenous animal! Weird, must be a Finish thing?
Today we ascended 600m; firstly we tramped over some huge boulders & then followed this with some intense bush-whacking. Nic did another great impression of one of those collapsible toy giraffes as she spun off a boulder; legs tangled a treat (luckily no injuries).
We stashed our technical gear at approx 1000m just below the snow line. Returned back down to shelf camp where Ian & I headed down to the river to fill up the drom bags and bottles. We managed to get lost on the way back up; the packs felt really heavy with the density of the water, Ian kept trying to leap over a steep ledge and repeatedly kept falling back down (so funny). I then thought I could plough through some bracken type bushes on a ridge (to absolutely no avail), eventually we found an alternate route; we reached camp exceptionally sweaty to be met with, 'have you decided what we're having for dinner yet?' Hmm like yeah of course; during those moments when Ian and I were shattered, hot & completely lost, at the forefront of my minds was, 'I wonder what too cook for our evening meal?' WHATEVER!
Whilst we were cooking dinner Dale needed the stitches taking out of his hand, now as Ariel's aim out here was to practice her skills as an expedition medic, you'd have thought (as I foolishly did) that she'd take the initiative and deal with Dales hand, but oh no, she 'doesn't apparently do that', she'd much rather let Evans attempt the job with a leatherman! In all fairness he did do a great job. When I then got back to our tent & saw all her washing hanging off the bushes, bitchy as it is, I secretly wished a huge gust would come and blow it all away! I know, i know i'm a cow!