Two french cyclists who I'd been hanging out with in O'Higgins were on the same boat as I - doing the same hike - having to push their bike on longer distances. Today I have no sentimental feeling regarding my own bike. We had lunch together, before they continued on the better part of the stretch. We would meet up later that evening as we descende down to the last lake on the Argentinian side where passport were stamped. The magnificant view of Fitz Roy, as it had been seen all day long was now the last place were the rays shun before the stars came out.
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