Atop Condoroma
July 21, 09 by Sergio ReynaThe young guy was telling his story lively and loudly, and all eyes were fixed at him. So were mine. The six or seven friends had sat beside me on the steps underneath one of the arcades that surround the Qosqo´s main plaza. I did not mean to eavesdrop, I swear, but I was all ears too.
I took just about two or three hours…
And you climbed it alone, voludo! exclaimed a pretty girl.
You were nuts, weren’t you? another cried out.
Che, didn’t you want us to go with you? asked a man naively.
Si sos un hijo de…you all had a heavy hangover, replied the young guy carelessly. They all burst into laughing with their argentinean touch.
But you know what? the view is just amazing from up there, the young man added as he was pointing out the mountain to the south.
I looked up at the hill and read the sign written on it. The mountain was calling me.
