More than four years passed, and in January 2010 I was on an expedition again, this time to the Ramada mountains in Argentina. On the way to Base Camp we had to cross the main river seven times, and on the last crossing I stumbled over a boulder and crashed into the river, grazing my shinbone in the fall. So once on the other bank I wiped the blood from my leg and changed into my Why Things Burn tights for the last three hours' hike to Base Camp.

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