THANKS - The day after and way to Rabat

Blisters, heat, diarrea, cramps, muscular pain, swollen ankles, limited water, long distances, infinite times, liophilized food, powerbars, powergels, salt tablets... no more of that for now, but neither of all the extreme emotions and stron companionship of the latter days.
 
We made it to Ouarzazate after more than six hours of bus. We went to the hotel and after a super shower that removed a one week-old crust of dirt, we headed for dinner. Needless to say, we all served in our dishes more food than we could eat! 
We started drinking beers with Wolt's assistance that night, but the real beer-party was next day in Karam Hotel. With Bo, DJ Toni, Wolt, and others we drank many many well-deserved Heinekens hahaha.
 
Today was the prize ceremony. Very cool to see those athletes take their trophies won after so much effort. However, the MdS is more than just about the ranking. I really admire the slowest racers that spent so much time out in the desert to complete some of the stages. Think that some racers spent more than 30 hours to finish the 82km stage! They could have quit at any moment and still they just move the other foot forward to the finish line.
 
A funny thing is that Yelitza tried to go to Merzouga to the finish line. She never made it... it is super far and she ended up being invited by some moroccan family. She spend a lovely day there with strangers while I was drinking my beers in Ouarzazate. We eventually met up and we are now in Rabat at Andras's place, a good hungarian friend I met in Iran. Last night we were all together with Anja and Marian telling all the stories about the MdS, and laughing about them. 
 
Thanks all for your support. It was very nice of you to be always present.
 
I remind you as well, that if you feel generous today, you can still contribute to the Charity I support: go to www.justgiving.com/gustavointedesert for more details.
 
Muchos abrazos a todos!!!
 
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Looking back, I realize that some things could have improved to make the experience more comfortable... I write some random things as a record for myself and for other rookie desert runners that might end up reading my blog...
 
My shoes were too small, which provoked some very nice blisters in almost every toe. Two more sizes woudl have worked fine. I removed all the soles in the last two days to make more room for my feet.
My stomach was not good for five days and even now is not perfect. For moments I had heavy diarrea which worried me a lot because of the risk of dehydration. Doctors in the camp gave me assistance, but they would not give toilet paper. Advise: bring enough toilet paper!
I brought too many AAA batteries.
Perhaps it was the month I spent with Laryngitis or perhaps it is that my legs are still those of a mountaineer or who knows, but the pain in my legs is related to that muscle in the front near the ankle that runners have very well developed...
The sleeping mattress I found it a bit hard but good enough. It weighted only 130 grams.
Music helped but I only used it for 5 km or so. I could have done it without.
THe underwear I used was not good at all and it caused irritation in my legs. I should have brought long sports underwear or use lycras for running.
Raidlight backpack was ok, but perhaps the 20 liters one might have worked optimizing a little the packing of the food.It broke after journey 1... there are few things I dont like about the front bag but I cannot say it was uncomfortable to an extreme. Toni brought needles and that helped a lot.
I took 24000 KCal approx. I did not use all my food. I was not that hungry. Gels ok, but should optimize with some more pwer drinks.
I brought too many nuts. They are very caloric but not very easy to digest with stomach ache.
Cannot think about anything esle now but there are many other things... bla bla bla...
 
 
 

Stage 7 completed

Last day was again hard. As I told you in the last post, I arrived among the last 50 in the Marathon stage. This meant that I had to start the final stage one hour earlier. It seemed not very exciting to be among the last 50 of stage 6 but it turned out differently... The 50 started running when still the other 900 participants were fixing their backpacks and the route passed all throughthe middle of the campsite. I don't know what it was, but I felt like running again after 3 days almost only walking because of the pain in my legs. I started first among the early-starters, and all the camp started clapping at us, which was very exciting and gqve us a bit of a good energy rush.
I ran all the last 21 km and it felt good to finish the race running rather than walking.
After crossing the last field of dunes I arrived to the finish line in tears with the venezuelan flag in my hands. I guess my face looked somewhat dramatic because a TV camera immediately approached me to ask me how it was.
I was so happy that I made it and that my friends could make it as well. I am really grateful to Wolt, Luca, Nina, and my colleagues from tent 88 (Toni, Bo, Valery, Ilhan, Ibrahim). We all got the finisher's medal. Luca got in the position number 25 and Wolt in position 71... wow!
I jumped into the bus together with thte rest of the competitors almost in tears for the excitement of finishing these days of hardship! It felt weird (and it still feels now) not to be running anymore.... after two weeeks full of challenge and emotions it seems that suddenly a switch was turned off, but I guess that as soon as I get back to real life and my blisters and my legs heal I will realize what all it was and the good memories will stay forever.
 
 
 

0394--Stage 6 completed

Very hard again. My left leg is very swollen and I start having other muscular pain on the right leg. Together with the blisters, this made it harder today than yesterday, in a way. I could hardly run for 1 hour or so. Howver today's landscape was quite different from the other days -or perhaps I had more time to look!
Wolt and Luca did quite good again, and Toni one guy from Slovenia in my tent was very cool to wait for me at the finish line, considering that I took veeery long (I was in the last 50 runners to arrive today).
You might say it was terrible, but, there is always a positive side, and this is p[art of the experience.

Thanks all for your messages, they are like a daily cold coca-cola.

Tomorrow the last 21 km and we go back.

Abrazotes, Tavo

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0394--Stage 4-5 completed

Estuvo rudo. I walked for some 21 hours in a row. Longest pause: 20 minutes. I thought I could do faster and in that way avoid the decay of energy and the soring of my feet, but I had a strong muscular pain all from the first kilometer. After 72 km that pain was mixed with the pain of the blisters and the tiredness. At around 4.30am I decided to run and forget about physical pain. I did so for perhaps 7 km & arrived walking to the finish line. Was very tiring but as well very rewarding & very emotional. Left leg is soar near my ankle and the muscular pain is there. It is almost absurd to think that tomorrow we are running (or walking) a marathon! I have never done anything as hard in my life. A lot of mental power was required, but I never felt like quiting, except in th camp when I saw my feet and ankle. It is better now, so I will try tomorrow. I hope to make it. Luca dd great and he continues to go higher in th ranking. Now he is 20-something. Wolt did great as well. Abrazos Tavo

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0394--Stages 1, 2, 3 completed

It has been hard, we have already run 104.5 km. Heat is awful, blisters too, but we are doing a good job. Luca is running amazingly well (top 30-40) Wolt as well (almost top 50). Nina (adopted member of our team) is also runnning very swiftly. I am doing it more discretely but I have improved with every passing day in the general position. Every day I learn something new that helps me in the next stage, like avoiding long pauses (day 1) that stiffen your legs or how to walk faster. The companionship atmosphere is great and the general atmosphere int he camp is excellent. Logistics are amazing too, think thqt there qre more than 120 tents or so, in each sleep 8.

Thanks a lot for your messages Papi, Mami, ia, HH, Mie, MF, JP, Don, Eve, Gus etc etc, they help us in keeping the spirits high. Tomorrow 82,2 km in a double journey... No comments. Overall it is a great experience, in a great scenery, dunes, hills, cliffs, camels.
Muchos abrazos y cariños, gracias por todo el apoyo Tavo

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Primer contacto.

Hola a todos, mi nombre es Yelitza, escribo estas breves líneas para contarles un poco como va la carrera de nuestro querido amigo Tavo. 

 

Tavo llego ayer a un lugar llamado Ouarzazate, tuve el privilegio de hablar telefónicamente con el y me comento algunas cosas. Son alrededor de 1000 participantes, todo muy bien organizado hasta el momento, traslados, comidas, etc. Muchos autobuses, muchas nacionalidades, una fiesta a mi modo de ver. El paisaje es muy bonito, comenta. Ya le entregaron el itinerario de la carrera, cosa que los organizadores se reservan hacia la llegada de los participantes, comienzan el domingo 4 de abril, ósea mañana, ese primer recorrido será de 29Km, el siguiente de 35Km. El día 6 de 35Km, el 7 de 82Km… este es el recorrido mas largo NO STOP, el participante decide como hacerlo, la organización no los obliga a  acampar, el participante que tenga las fuerzas suficiente puede hacer esta parte del recorrido sin detenerse, el NO STOP se refiere a no acampar, por supuesto puedes detenerte a descansar y el participante decide como, cuando y donde.  Saben que esos 82Km, es como ir y venir del Roraima y luego volver a ir en una misma ocasión… Fuerza Tavo, fuerza… Aja, les contaba sobre el itinerario, luego debe correr 42Km y por ultimo 21. Por allí va la cosa, a lo mejor me comí algún numerito. La llegada será en un pueblo cuyo nombre es MERZOUGA, como a 300km del punto de partida. 

 

En este momento mientras escribo esta en pleno Sahara, son alrededor de 150 tiendas con un paisaje espectacular, tiendas como las que se ven en las fotos de la pagina principal, no esta durmiendo con sus compañeros de carrera (Luca y Wolf), pero están en tiendas muy cercanas, pronto tendrá que entregar su morral con todas las cosas que no va a usar durante la carrera y quedarse solo con el morral de carrera. Perderemos contacto entonces, lamenta mucho no haberse inscrito con la nacionalidad Venezolana, puesto que si lo hubiese hecho seria el único participante  de la misma. Pos ni modo, el un Venezolano-Británico reencauchao…  Por lo tanto y para sentirse mejor, puso su banderita de Venezuela en la puerta de la tienda. Esta mañana fue a visitar la tienda de los latinos, pero aun dormían.

 

Eso es todo por ahora, se despide su corresponsal chimba, desde Milano, estado Guarico… no vale es broma. Estoy en Milán y hacia el final de la carrera, si es que no me pierdo antes… voy a ir a MERZOUGA a ver la clausura del magno evento y a ponerle la corona a Tavo… a verdad,  no es un concurso de belleza, como dijo una de las amigas de Tavo. Igual la meta es terminar el Marathon. En fin, lo voy a ayudar a curar las ampollas.

 

Igual si se gana la corona seguro lo hará en representación de todos los Venezolanos aventureros, con corazón de león, guerreros, que se niegan  a quedarse sentados esperando a que algo pase, se levantan y van en busca de lo desconocido, de lo improbable,  del vamos a ver que pasa…  como el, como tiene que ser. Para mi es un gran honor escribir estas líneas y no me cabe la menor duda que nuestro amigo tiene las fuerzas necesarias para terminar la carrer... así sea detras de ambulancia. Saludos a todos.



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Communication / Marathon des Sables

Dear Friends, Queridos Amigos:
 
Tomorrow we fly to Paris on our way to Ouarzazate, Morocco. We have almost everything set, but as you can imagine, we will be fixing our backpacks many more times before Sunday, when the race starts.  
In case you are interested, the following links will allow you all to follow up our adventure.
 
1) You can FOLLOW the race through the official site:
 
 
2) You can SEND MESSAGES to us through:
 
www.darbaroud.com and then click on the link "écrire au concurrents / write to competitors"
 
Remember to specify Name, Lastname and Runner number on the messages, if not so, your messages won't be forwarded to us.
Our numbers are:
 
Gustavo Hinestrosa 394
Wolt Weterings 179
Luca Garzonio 290
 
3) You can READ MY EMAILS on my blog (not sure how many I will send, but I will try):
 
 
4) If you feel like like making a contribution to the charity I support, do not hesitate to go to the following link:
 
 
Thanks for your support!!!
Gracias por el apoyo!!!
 
Gustavo.
 
Pd. Disculpen si escribo en ingles, pero bueno, es la lingua franca.
Pd2. Sorry if you do not wish to receive these emails, but this is the last one regarding the race. I will post the rest on my blog.
 
 

Número 12: (Un refrito de algo que escribí hace más de año y medio) Soy un hijo de la grandísima...

...Globalización.

Sin duda alguna, soy un hijo de la globalización. Y creo que me gusta.

Me encuentro en West Hampstead, no muy lejos de Abbey Road, allí donde algunas décadas atrás los Beatles grababan uno de sus álbumes. Estoy llegando de Teherán, y me pasaré esta noche en casa de mi amiga italiana Francesca.

Acabamos de llegar de cenar en compañía de mi amigo Gabriel, el pibe, hijo de argentinos, pero Venezolano y también de origen polaco. Mañana debo levantarme temprano para ir a Zurich a una entrevista de trabajo que consegui a traves de una amiga Venezolana que trabaja para una empresa Franco-Americana en Argentina.

Ya me voy a dormir, pero antes, me acuerdo de ajustar el huso horario en mi celular Sony Ericsson, marca híbrida japonesa y sueca, fabricado en China. Ya no es Teherán, Kuala Lumpur, Caracas, ni Milán. Ahora estoy en Londres, hora de Greenwich. Reviso mi cartera y verifico que tengo todo lo que necesito para el día de mañana, que será de viaje. Tambien me doy cuenta de que tengo 4 monedas distintas en mi cartera: dólares, libras, riales, liras libanesas; y mañana tendré cinco, pues en Suiza tendre que procurarme unos francos.

De pronto, tengo la sensación de saber donde me encuentro. En que país me encuentro? En Inglaterra. Y me doy cuenta apenas salgo. En pleno verano, más bien protegido contra el fresco húmedo de esta ciudad nórdica.

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Muchos meses después me encuentro en Milán, escribiendo en mi Apple de fabricación estadounidense, pero supongo que fabricada en China o algo así, reencacuchando un blog que iniccié hace ya tiempo en Irán.

Pensando en las vueltas que he dado, en los aviones que he tomado y en las personas que he conocido, reconocido, encontrado, o desencontrado. Pensando en cuántas conexiones útiles e inútiles se podrían hacer con esta marea de viajes, traslados y gente que si dibujadas formarían un cuadro supongo fractal, no sé por qué... al final, todo es fractal. Pensando también a dónde me llevarían. Ya me llevaron hasta Irán en una cadena de afortunadas casualidades no siempre casuales.  Me trajeron de nuevo a Italia, y me llevarán a no sé donde.

Es tarde, veo mi reloj Swatch de fabricación suiza. Mañana debo trabajar. Debo seguir elaborando una presentación sobre un proyecto Angolés y probablemente algún e-mail será escrito para el equipo de Argelia, mientras leo el periódico venezolano en mi PC. Quizás adelante mi tarea de alemán si me da tiempo, antes de que aterrice mi amigo catalán Raul, que llega mañana de París, a donde fue transferido para laburar en un proyecto ubicado en Kazakstan.

Los dejo hoy. Duerman bien y sueñen.