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|242. Night Walk
Our relaxed walk soon turned into the worst walk ever. We had been walking all day along and across the river and were now looking forward to the night accommodation. Our guides told us one more mountain. Tiredly, we forced ourselves to continue; this time the path went downhill. We passed a river and on the other side a man with many Kina shells around his neck waited. He had brought hot boiled potatoes and we quickly ate a few. We were now in a rush since the sun quickly vanished and the track still led steeply upwards.
• Photo Nicklas Nordborg
• Text Peter Waller and Thomas Nilsson