The next morning was clear and the still cold air hinted on experienced skin that it would be a sweaty walk out. The Mulas Locas, many suffering from blackened nails and blisters from the summit day or descent, many still recovering from Montezuma’s revenge, a few with bad jokes probably still suffered from mild AMS, there were also: rolled ankles, cut fingers, cracked lips, bloody noses, first degree sun burns, general obstinance, laughing fits, toe jam, nostril sun burn, tongue sunburn, cured pork overdose, and a thousand other little things that did not stop them from the summit but would make the descent and following 17 mile walk out difficult.
The sorry looking group limped past fresh trekkers headed up the normal route, those guides of these clean and perfumed people did their best to try to keep the muddied and bloodied Mulas Locas away in fear of spreading vermin or a general revolt.
Mulas Locas got to their bus without event and with a greasy lomo in one hand and a half liter of cervesa the other, all soon fell into quiet chats, some pensive, some sleeping soundly on the ride back to the the Park Hyatt.
