I want to vent and share an experience I had involving climbing 3,000-meter peaks and encountering people who have absolutely no business being there.
This weekend, I took my younger sister with me to climb Aneto, the highest peak in the Pyrenees. We started the hike in the early hours of the morning and came across other mountaineers along the way, as you'd expect, until we ended up alone with some guy who was hiking by himself.
This man, who was in his mid-forties, turned out to be extremely extroverted. At first, he was asking the usual questions: where are you from, where are you heading, do you have much mountaineering experience, and so on. When he found out we were planning to climb Aneto, his face lit up. He told us he just wandered around the mountains without any particular plan and hadn't intended to climb Aneto, but since we were heading there, he'd follow us and, if the terrain allowed it, try to reach the summit (he had neither crampons nor an ice axe and was carrying the bare minimum: water, nuts, and trekking clothes).
I didn't mind him following us, but little did I know just how unbearable and shameless this guy would become as we went along.
He started talking about his life without anyone asking him about it. He was documenting his mountain hikes because he wanted to develop a mobile app, a social network for adventurers. He traveled around in his camper van and planned to visit lots of places. He'd been on sick leave for a year after having an accident with his truck (he was a truck driver), and he was dragging out his leave for as long as possible because he didn't want to go back to his old job. Anyway, the guy just wouldn't stop talking our ears off. My sister occasionally asked him questions because, admittedly, the guy was quite articulate, but I preferred to keep my distance because something about him didn't sit right with me.
By that point, I was wishing he'd just leave us alone. I had no interest in playing mountain guide for some random stranger who apparently had nothing better to do and kept asking me questions every five minutes about the route, how much farther we had to go, or the surrounding area. My intention was to enjoy a hike alone with my sister, not to adopt some jobless chatterbox.
We'd been walking for an hour with this guy following us, with nobody else around, when he suddenly announced that he absolutely loved drugs. Out of nowhere, he started telling us that he'd been doing drugs his entire life and that he loved every bit of it. He said he'd smoked two joints and eaten a handful of magic mushrooms that very morning before setting off, and that this was something he did regularly. He also claimed to be Eduard Punset's nephew (which, according to him, explained why he experimented with drugs so much), among plenty of other random facts. He even told us that he offered services through Instagram where he'd take people into the mountains and give them hallucinogenic drugs as a treatment for depression or any other mental disorder. The guy was euphoric from being completely high, which explained why I'd been getting such bad vibes from him.
As we gained altitude and started encountering more technical sections, we gradually caught up with other groups of mountaineers who were also climbing Aneto. That gave me some breathing room because the lunatic now had other victims to inflict his delusional ramblings on. I was surprised to hear him openly telling everyone else that he'd taken drugs that very day. The guy had absolutely no shame and no filter whatsoever.
He wouldn't shut up and kept shouting at the top of his lungs. He seemed to think he was the leader of the expedition or something. He kept an eye on everyone to make sure they were scrambling safely and encouraged people to keep going so they could enjoy the experience. He insisted that if we all worked together, we could all make it to the summit. You have to be a special kind of fucking asshole to say that when you don't even know where you're going and haven't bothered to bring any safety equipment for yourself.
My sister and I reached Aneto's foresummit, and so did this guy. He asked if he could borrow my crampons to reach the summit, and when I refused, he got angry and walked off without saying a word. Luckily, we lost sight of him and didn't run into him again on the way back. By then, I'd had more than enough of him. I think you have to be an absolutely shameless, inconsiderate piece of shit to latch onto a group like that and spend the entire hike pestering everyone with your drug-fueled delusions. Fuck him and everything he stands for.
Never in my life would I have imagined experiencing anything like this, nor would I have thought that people like that existed in a place like the mountains, at nearly 3,000 meters above sea level. I sincerely hope I never run into someone like him again.