A story of climbing Aconcagua. After exiting Aconcagua Provincial Park, roughly 48 hours after reaching the Peak of one of the world's great Seven Summits, we pause our 90s playlist (Mr. Jones is still so over-rated) as we pull up to a generic-looking roadside general store. They sell the usual wares - booze, smokes, mags, Coke (Zero!), snacks. And, thankfully, they also have a little hot food station. I'm exhausted, hungry (hangry, more likely) and just begging for the day

A Red silhouette moves along the Tanzanian horizon holding a stick across their shoulders looking over their heard grazing on lush green...

I’ll stress about them for months debating every possible outcome of my decision until finally a decision has to be made.