Machu Pacha and Shurumburak

Huge, steep white walls surround me. It is a beautiful, clear day and I am talking to Machu Pacha – the majestic god of the mountains. Suddenly, a violent wind picks up, the sky darkens and steel-gray storm clouds rush across it. I hear a roaring, sinister laugh and I already know that it all was a trick, a perverse ruse. It was not good-natured Machu Pacha at all, it was Shurumburak, the sinister god of moraine, impersonating Machu Pacha to lure me into a trap. The snow-capped mountains disappear and the rocky slopes

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that replaced them form into his grimace face full of triumph. The hill on which I stand turns into a steep slope and I begin to slide down, faster and faster. I wake up. Finally, end of these absurdities, I think I’ve got some trauma after this moraine. It’s morning, the day after, today we’re returning to Huaraz. My face is burning, I can’t even blow my nose. Everything that involves touching my skin is strictly prohibited. Never lose your UV cream when you’re this close to the sky.

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