Remind me never to go near the Andes. Having read Alive and watched the movie, and after watching Touching The Void yesterday, I’m convinced that any trip into the Andes will result in me dying/eating someone/falling from a cliff/enduring horrible pain/hearing Boney M in my head. Et cetera.

The movie was an odd mix of documentary and filmed re-creation, but it helps give you context, especially well into the ordeal when things start to go a little wonky.