|The moon and Spica|
Before we left the bus, our tour guide suggested to wear all the things we could, because it would be cold outside. Alright, we're in a desert, how cold could it be? We definitely didn't expect a total of -4.5 degrees Celsius that immediately cooled the entire organism down - our first sub-zero temperatures after almost ten months. The Tatio Geysers are on 4320 meters elevation, that explains the cold sunrise temperatures even in spring. What a shame that my dad forgot to bring his anorak, it probably would have been the only time he would have really needed it during the entire six months of travelling. For this reason, why carried it through the Japanese and Singaporean summer heat, and even through the Australian Outback, And I, I left my gloves and got that Raynaud shock again. As my pants were already burst at one knee (the second knee burst when I kneeled down for a picture), and I wore these "cool pants" with turned up pant legs, I really felt cold.
Enough the grumbling, it was really worth it. Especially after a few minutes when the first sun rays reached the valley of the Geysirs, it was nearly bearable. After half an hour at 4320 meters elevation (we were recommended to walk slowly), we had breakfast in the freaking cold. I wondered how they warmed up the milk and cacao until I saw a hot spring where a milk box was put in. Clever...
|Eat my dust.|