The perilous, precipitous road.
The wind dropped enough the following morning to give us a chance of surviving the 80km up to Aconcagua. Every bridge and corner had been driven off or crashed through at some point and replacing the barriers didn't seem to be much of a priority.
Humberstone had nothing on this place. Los Penitentes, an out of season ski resort was our campsite for the night. Some of the hotels were left open, you could walk around inside them and not a soul to be seen anywhere!
Puente del Inca, a natural bridge crossing the Rio Mendoza below Aconcagua.
Our first view of Aconcagua.
