Everywhere I have travelled the past few years, Maccu Picchu has come up. Having caught the travel bug I knew I had to visit. As soon as I returned from backpacking this year I knew South America was on the list.
I booked the Inca Trail, you can get the train but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t been working out as much due to client commitments, but I am glad I did it.
We all met as a group, I chose GAdventures and there was a 13 of us ready for the trek. We were introduced to our tour guide who then took us to hire our equipment and then talked through the trek.
I must admit I was nervous, what if I struggled with altitude? But I continued to be positive. We then went out to dinner and had to pack our bags. You have a day bag and your duffel bag (6kg only).
The next morning we visited a small village and were taught about weaving. Then we visited Sacred Valley.
After lunch we stayed close to where we would be starting the Inca trail. We left our souvenirs (my drone wasn’t allowed) and then got on the bus. It’s a 45 minute journey to the start of the trek.
The next morning there was a sense of excitement and anxiety. What if sprung to mind, but our guide told us to keep up the PMA (positive mental attitude).
We trekked for 2 hours and then had our lunch then 2 hours again and we were at camp.
This was the the toughest day, the altitude and dead woman’s pass was tough. Then it was a 3 hour trek downhill.
When we arrived at camp I was ready to get the tripod out and shoot the stars.
This is the longest day but you have more breaks. It was a sense of achievement walking through the mist but I knew that it was the final hurdle so I was excited.
We got up for 3am ready to make our final journey to the end. I don’t know why I was practically running at some parts just the determination kicked in. When I finally arrived I was so happy and relieved.