Green Boots

I spent the morning walking up Avenida de Libertador and after made my way over to Belgrano R station to buy a book at KEL. I’m obsessed with reading about people who try to reach the summit of Mount Everest only to die before or when they make it. I bought Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer who also wrote Into the Wild, an account of the last days of Christopher McCandless, a young man who gave up all his material possessions to live off the land in Alaska only to die trying. Fun times!

Into Thin Air is similar in that it’s equally depressing.  Krakauer documents the 1996 Mt. Everest tragedy that killed eight people. There are many things I want to do while I’m alive, but climbing Mt. Everest isn’t one of them. One of the individuals to die during that particular expedition was a man now known as Green Boots. His body still lies in the same place where he perished, and is a common sight for climbers. It must be a sobering reminder of the dangers that they could face while trying to do something I consider to be ludicrous.

After I bought the book I went to my favourite dessert place, Maru Botana and ate some cake. I’m now bloated from inhaling way too much sugar. I just kept shoving it into my fat mouth until I wanted to puke. The thing about dessert in Argentina is that the portions are so huge that no one in their right mind can finish them. I don’t even think it’s physically possible to eat that much cake in one sitting.

Anyway, happy weekend.