We weren't really helped by the locals.
Our handmade map was okay for directions, but way off for distances. 22 kilometers turned out to be 30. Not so much on a smooth, slightly downhill trail. But eight kilometers uphill, into the unknown, with some very wet-looking clouds above, that's not good for morale.
Not that people on the way made it any easier for us. Here are some of the pointers we've had since last time we were connected:
"It's about 25 kilometers to get there." They were wrong by eight kilometers.
"You're going there?! That's so sonofab****h far away!" I can't really make a better translation. He turned out to be right, though.
"You're about one hour away." He was off by two hours.
"It's a half hour walk." More like an hour by bike!
"It's all downhill, and then a short climb to get there." On which planet, mister, is a two-hour climb and almost thousand meters elevation a small climb?!
We have been up and down to Los Nevados National Park. We endured one of our coldest nights ever. We knew we didn't have sufficient clothing, but we didn't know we would have to consider spooning to get through the night. Finally it didn't come to such extreme measures. We were almost suffocated instead by the weight of six blankets each on top of us.
So was it worth it? Eighty kilometers off road, enduring ice cold weather for a short flirt with this beautiful but moody mistress called Nevados?
Definitely. Just look at the photos.