Torres Del Paine - Campamento Los Perros
I was stuck in the tent and couldn’t move. My ankles and feet were too painful to
place weight on them, and the slightest bit of pressure sent shock waves of pain
through me. I waved Francois and Yutta goodbye and then had to think about how
to get myself out of there. My lack of the Spanish language made arranging
anything complicated. Eventually, information from Los Perros’ people was that one
could organise a horse but not from Los Perros. It would take returning to Dickson
and maybe once there staff could arrange a horse. I didn’t know how to achieve
that, as even standing was impossible.
Later that day, a group of British horse riders arrived, and it was good to hear a
language I understood. Their guide came to my tent and offered to take my
backpack to Dickson if I could make it there on foot. I was incredibly grateful for
this immensely generous offer and decided, come hell or high water, I would get
myself to Dickson.