By Minty Clinch for Thenational.ae"Would you do this again?' I asked Neil as we packed up our tents on a stony plateau near Aconcagua, the highest mountain in the Andes. In January last year, he was my companion on a ride in the hoof prints of General San Martin, the great liberator who passed this way in 1817 on his mission to free Chile from the colonial yoke. Neil, an inexperienced horseman, reviewed long days in the saddle in temperatures of 35° Celsius and bone-chilling nights on the rocks in minus-10. He shuddered. "I think I'm better suited to glamping," he replied.
I'd never heard of glamping, but when I had the chance to try it a year later, I was quick to sign up for a walk-in tent with a real bed, a communal dining room with real chairs, a shower block with hot water. No more crawling into a micro-tent, crouching on a rock to... Read Full Article
