Refugio
Later that day I’m holding a large, steaming mug, full of a hot, aromatic mud-colored drink in my hand and I am the happiest person in the world. We’re sitting in “Refugio Peru” and drinking the drink of the gods, the first tasty coffee on this trip. This shelter is one of the nicest I have ever been to. It has a wooden interior, pleasant warmth radiates from the stove, some Led Zeppelin, The Who and other classic rock tunes float in the air.
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