Allright, seriously, picture this; it's about 10am in the morning and you've been driving your little motorbike for about an hour and half trough, what seems, an endless stretch of clouds. Yes, not mist, but clouds. Since you're at over 3000m altitude up in the Andes they're called clouds. It's not raining(it can't rain inside of clouds I guess) but you're getting wet all the same, the temperature is... well, less than loveable. While you haven't seen a single ray of sunshine on this cursed day, the bike is struggling to keep pace, it seems not to like high altitude combined with going uphill. Your hands are enduring it all, the cold, the wind, the water.. the wind on the water on your hands oh god you would kill for a nice little restaurant with warm
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