(scroll for German version) 4,000 metres, 3,000 metres and then up again to 4,500 metres. The air up here is dry and cold, and the headwind stings my face. My lips are cracked and bloody, and I’m tired. At 2 p.m. it feels like it’s time to go to bed again. Tiredness is my constant companion during my journey through the Peruvian mountains and along the Bolivian plateaus. The time spent up... Read More![]()
