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Hippo and the Mountain

Pisac — The first time I meet Hippo he passes me going up the mountain. He’s wearing a red star military cap and a shirt with Fidel Castro’s face on it, has got his earbuds in and is singing in Spanish as he dances effortlessly along the trail. I, on the other hand, have stopped for breath and water. Hippo points up, the ruins are just ahead. “Si se puede,” he says. Yes you can. By the time I reach the r...