Four year ago, I and some friends decided to climb the highest mountain in the village. It had been a big challenge for us because not anyone can climb it. This trip usually takes three days. We knew that it would be so difficult; we had to be far away of comfort amid extreme conditions. We left the village at 3 a.m. We started to walk with a huge bag; it was pretty heavy. Everyone had to take food, water, camp tools and clothes. When we had walked by an hour, unfortunately one of us stumbled with a rock and he fell down. He hit so hard his knee that he had to come back to home.
About three o'clock, we had arrived to the last mountain; we were in the bottom of this and we had to pick some water because after that place there was not much water. We were so tired to increase the weight of the bag, but we had to do it. After that, we had to keep climbing; the name of that hill is "El Desconsuelo". So, you can imagine how difficult it was to get to the peak. It was six o'clock, when I arrived to the peak. I still remember how good I felt. It was so much satisfaction. However, after a moment I got a pain on my trapezius muscle; that moment has been one of the most painful moments in my life.
At midnight, we could see a lot of towns -of course, far away - and the only thing that we could see were lights that reflecting each town. The best part of that night was seeing lots of shooting stars. Notwithstanding, the weather was pretty cold, somehow we were frozen after five minutes outside the tent. The next day, we walked around the mountain. We found remains of a plane, a lagoon and we could see the most amazing and natural landscapes.
This trip was really worth. I will not do it again, though. It is like being totally disconnected of the world, and this teaches you to appreciate everything you have around you. I returned to home as a new man.
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