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Traveling and dancing through Latin America. Not that much as you will see. Petite pause en route pour le camp de base. Getting ready to sleep, overlooking the city of Arequipa. We walked very slowly, a small step after the other, the climb-up being very steep fro the whole trek being around 30 degrees steep with some parts going up to 45 degrees of incline.

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