6088m!! The jungle couldn’t defeat us. Neither could the mountain! Climbing Huayna Potosí has been the most exhausting and hard thing I’ve done in my life, but the most rewarding as well. Watching the sunrise with an unreal background composed by the Amazon, La Paz and lake Titicaca, and also an amazing feeling of accomplishment when you realize that you have climbed a 6000m mountain (not many people can say that), has been one of the highlights of the trip. Wellt, I reckon it’s one of the highlights of my life. Thank you, Earth.
At 5700 my spirit almost broke down. I was about to give up. It was 3am, my fingers frozen, still 3 more hours to go. Already exhausted. I told Matt “I’m sorry mate, I am starting to think that I can’t do it”. “Come on Xavi, I KNOW you can, we will both make it”. I knew that if I was going back to high camp we both would fail, because when you are on a climbing team, either all the team makes it, or nobody does. I also knew that I would hate myself for not being able to make it, so I pulled strenght I don’t even know from and I kept going. Eventualy we reached 5850 and then I knew we were going to do it when I saw the first sun rays coming out. 6000, the summit was at our fingernails, it’s 6:30. One last push and we reached the top, 6088, at 6:45 after 5 hours and a half of the most exhausting night of my life