CLIMB UP TO 5500 MT BETWEEN RAVES AND GET DOWN DRUNKENED AND IN THE DARK

Bolivia 1984 tour of South America, group trip with AnM, Adventures in the World, travel agency, Rome We decide to climb Mount Chakaltaya near La Paz, Bolivia there is a winding road that climbs without protection and deep ravines, I'm sitting next to the bus driver, Near a curve we are with the nose in the ravine and the wheels on the ground, but the vehicle begins to lean towards the precipice I instinctively move a handle to open the door, darting out into the street and everyone follows me except the driver who miraculously manages to reverse and prevent from slipping into the abyss. No one wants to get back on the vehicle and we continue to climb in the rarefied air, we are at 5000 MT, we reach the top at 5500 after an hour of arduous climbing, There is an incomparable view, the Andes, the Pacific in the distance and the sunset, we enter the refuge and we order tequila, the driver is the one who drinks the most of all, We have to get off, pitch dark, partially icy road, all drunk we get into the minibus and get off singing famous Italian songs, There was a great guardian angel who saved us that night

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