So after the Asado, a big group of us went out to a big discotech called Cerebro.  These places do not even start to fill until 2:00 am.  After many cervezas, I last see Greg at 5:30 am with a beer and a cigarette dancing away with his mustache getting strange looks from latina chicas.  I knew he was supposed to get up to go rock climbing at 8:00 am the next morning. 

By the time I got organized to start my hike the next day, it was 1:00.  I arrived at Refugio Frey at 4:00 to see Greg on pitch three of the Frey Finger pictured here.  I could barely move (and pretty sure my sweat was proofed), and here is Greg a hundred meters in the air on a particularly tough lead.  Impressive.