Climbing up El Misti volcano was honestly one of the most physically taxing things I have ever done in my life. It’s not really just the climb, but the altitude. At 13000 you get winded by walking, at 15000 you get out of breathe with every movement or standing up or whatever, and over 16000 the only way to describe the altitude is it literally suffocates you. After walking all day the first day (the walk is literally straight up, you are basically rock climbing with all your shit) with all our equipment, like tents and shit, we made it to the base camp. It was really beautiful actually and you can see the different layers of the worlds sphere. It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. As soon as the sun went down though, it was so cold. I was wearing 5 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of gloves, 2 hats, 3 pairs of pants, and 7 long sleeved shirts/jackets. Your stomach can’t digest food well at that altitude so I really couldn’t eat anything any the night was so uncomfortable in the cold. We started walking at 12:30ish am. Right from the get go it was exhausting. The climb, like I said is straight up and you are often pulling yourself up with rocks or even worse when there is none and you are sliding all around the sand. The walk was so difficult. At around 4:30 am everyone was like throwing up and I was legitamately terrified that I was going to pass out and fall off the rocks. I guess in attempts not to eat too much, I didn’t eat enough and my blood sugar was running super low. I was like slurring my words and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Then it fucking started snowing and my water was freezing. I seriously thought I was getting frostbite on my toes and the rocks and sand were all frozen making the climb more difficult. We were going to have to speed up so our bodies wouldn’t freeze or turn back. So an hour and a half from the top I went back to base camp with some people to meet up with others who were so sick from the first day that they didn’t even start day 2. I was just scared for my blood sugar. When i got to camp, I didn’t have enough energy to peel an orange so I just bit into it and sucked on it till I could breathe again. My group was 4 and then for some reason there was a big group of like 16ish I think like 9 made it to the top. Congrats to my friend Ella who was one of the lucky few. She said the last stretch was so hard she just started weeping. Anyways, I am still proud of myself and my friends for making the attempt. I respect Misti so much. She truly kicked my ass and reminds everyone that they can definitely be knocked down. The world is truly magnificent with so many things to see, learn, and experience and I am so thankful to have the opportunity to appreciate so many of the worlds wonders. I am amazed every single fucking day by the world and I can only hope for so many more adventures. Nature is truly beautiful and awesome ( in the way that even British people like Graham would agree to use the word awesome).