Christy on her way to Mina Mocha

Eventhough I am happily smiling on this picture I am already pretty tired and fed up by that point, eventhough we are not even half way to Mina Mocha. When we were told that we had to walk from Mina Vieja to Mina Mocha I imagined a nice walk on a well-defined path. Instead, the first part of the walk was through a muddy path used by the mules and the first thing I did was to get stuck in the mud and fall into it when trying to get my rubber boot out of the mud. After a few seconds of trying and failing to get myself out of there, a local came and pulled me out. I was on the verge of tears and started swearing in swedish to everyone around me. Luckily Viktoria was the only one that could actually understand what I was saying.