Anita : After crawling the last near vertical incline in the merciless midday sun (practicalling on my hands and knees) grunting on each exhalation like a Maria Sharapova serve, I collapsed outside a wooden shack (drinking hole) where a very jolly and obliging local whose only English was "be happy" and "free love" took pity on me looking like a wheezing beetroot, stuffed this pipe in my mouth and chirped, "herbs from Paraguay, es bueno!" and it really did the trick in numbing the pain and easing the incipient cardiac arrest (still mildy crippled 3 days later). Another excursion with Frau Hitler!
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