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Equipamiento & Entrenamiento

Iruya: ¨Inicia una aventura¨

….Esa mañana de fines de Abril era fría, como todas en la Puna Jujeña. Cerca de las 9:00 am nos desviamos, de la asfaltada y transitada RN9, para tomar un promisorio y polvoriento camino secundario hacia uno de los tantos pequeños pueblos regados en la quebrada . Unos minutos después, un viejo cartel con amarillos y negros algo despintados y un puñado de casas agrupadas;  nos indicaban que estábamos en Iturbe, el punto de inicio de nuestra travesía. 
El silencio, acompañado por el viento y algunas caras angulosas que se asomaron en medio del frió otoñal, teñían la mañana con un aire místico y desolador. Nos alistamos rápido y sigilosamente, como quien se avergüenza de ser un extraño en este paisaje cotidiano y unos minutos después estábamos sobre nuestras bicicletas.  
 

¨La inmensidad de Los Andes te recuerda lo ínfimo que puede ser nuestro paso por este mundo¨.

Los primeros kilómetros...

El cruce del Rio Grande es el inicio del camino que nos depositaria, 43 km mas adelante, frente a Iruya; la joya escondida entre los cerros del Norte Argentino. La falta de oxigeno, la pedregosa calzada, el paisaje inhóspito de cerros extrañamente chatos y un camino recto que parece no tener ningún destino hacen de los primeros kilómetros un desafió para la mente de cualquier viajero ávido de paisajes que lo dejen sin aliento.
Una hora y media después, con el cuerpo ya acostumbrando a la altura y al terreno, llegamos a Chaupi Rodeo; se trata de un pequeño valle con algunas casas y un centro comunitario. Sin detenernos mas que 10 minutos a tomar algo de agua y respirar, dejamos atrás las pircas que contienen al camino mientras cruza el poblado, sabiendo teníamos por delante lo mas complicado del viaje, alcanzar los 4.000 msnm del Abra del Cóndor…

¨No hay alegría mas grande, en medio de las montañas, que estar compartiendo este viaje con amigos¨

La cima, los 4.000 m.s.n.m.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand time.

Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.Far far away.

El Abra del Condor

¨Un paisaje que te deja sin aliento¨

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its originOn her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text.

Llegar a un lugar mágico... Iruya

A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil.

I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us.

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