Hey. A three-day trek in the Peruvian Andes turned into a rescue operation when I slipped on a wet rock and shattered my ankle at four thousand meters. The guide splinted my leg with trekking poles and duct tape, then sent a porter running six hours downhill to the nearest village with a satellite phone. The helicopter took two days to arrive because of weather, and I spent forty-eight hours in a tent listening to my heartbeat in my swollen foot. The rescue cost eighteen thousand dollars, and the hospital in Cusco charged another seven for the surgery. My regular travel insurance had an altitude limit of three thousand meters, so they denied everything. Now I only use https://sportravelling.com/trekking/ for any hike above two thousand meters. The ankle has a plate and eight screws, and I still feel every weather change coming.