Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
85Trip End Sep 20, 2008
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On arrival to Lima we got the first plane to Cuzco where we slept on this plane for the 50 minutes until we landed in the high up town of Cuzco where breathing is not such an easy thing.
To the point hostel we went where it was cold and our room was off a small court yard
THE INCA TRAIL
We got up at 5 to catch our bus to the foot of the Inca trail. It was already drizzling rain and this unfortunately eas a sign of things to come (it was the start of the rainy season here in Cuzco)
Before making it to the start of the trail we stopped off for breakfast. It was hear we could buy any last minute gadgets necessary for the trek. Donal bought a killer poncho, Conor bought bargain shades, Clive bought some Cocoa candy, we got torches and we all got some of the magic altitude posion our future good friend 'Sexy Legs' Hilbert had recommended we all buy.
We got to the foot of the trail that led up to the Andies and on to Machupicchu City. 'A berry berry magical place my friends'. Machupichu was still 4 days away though. Every one seemed to have booked porters to carry their gear other than us, the Fountain of Knowledge Ozzy Keith, his wife Terry (from Ireland), and the English Girls. Packs up, Passports stamped and off we headed, It was flat and we thought it was going to be a doddle, until it rained and then the moans came. Clive and Conor had to get ponchos and quick, so Conor yelled PONCHO PONCHO HOW MUCH at some local lady and to his suprise replied 5soles so we bought them more to cover our packs than anything
Lunch came and never were we happier . We couldn't believe it, the food was out of this world, a massive spread. Then it was another up hill hike to camp where we stopped to look at 1 archeological site. Our first look at what the Incas could do. We followed the river for most the first day passing beautyiful waterfalls and ruins along the way. We camped at the foot of Dead Woman's Pass. After dinner which was amazing again and a game of yatzee (who knows whats going on), papper rock sissors was played for the tents and The Don and Clive hammered Conor and the tents were picked. This was an important pick as something entered the camp site that night. Was it a really fast wolf, Someone picking grass, a fox or a Killer donkey. A killer donkey it was. Doni and Clives names were called from our Dutch neighbours tent in fear and fits of giggles but we didn't move then the noise passed on. The killer donkey moved on to Conors tent down the hill were if you were a passer by you would have seen a frantic Conor throwing clothes at the inside of his tent and flashing his light on and off whlile the donkey peeed no more than 5 yards from his tent and nibbled at the sides
Up for breakfast at 5 and on to dead womans pass. The view in the mornings after our cocoa tea in bed were a sight to behold. There was no way we were carrying our packsthat day so we hired porters. So did everyone else bar Becky and The Fountain of Knowledge what heros. The porters as Hilbert described them were the true heroes of the Inca trail. They would carry loads of up to 35kilos on their backs and run up the trail. It was shocking to see. We were told one of the locals without a pack could actually do the Inca Trail in 3hrs 40 mins!! These men were trojans! We started to take our altitude sickness stuff! We sniffed to magic potion which gave you a bit of a kick as well. People were sniffing it for shits n giggles by the end of the trip. We were headied 5 hrs up a hill to a height of just over 4200meters. Clive was a middle runner because he figgured stopping hurt more than moving but Doni and Conor took it easy at the back with Silvario who was the guide at the back.
We trecked constantly uphill getting slower and slower due to the altitude. We then had lunch beside a huge heard of Lamas and baby Packas in the sun. It was here Conor suffered a bit of sun burn as we were now so close to the sun
We then made it to camp where it was wet and cold and everyone had dinner and went to bed. The mood was a lot different this night. People seemed a bit depressed at the rain... Clive lost papper rock sissors that night.Clive would be on his own through a huge lighting and thunder storm. Another great win By Doni. well played Sir. As the thunder roared Doni shouted inside his tent:
'We're all going to die' to which the fountain of knowledge replied 'Morbid Fuckers!'
Day three was a treck up and down over two mountain passes
Then came the 3 hours down hill with over 2000 steep steps (if your knees werent sore they were now) down to the foot of Machupicchu. We got to camp outside a hostel that night. There were showers and although as powerful as a lama spitting on you they were warm and you felt clean. After dinner and a few beers the Fountain of Knowledge thought us how to play shakey face the funniest game with a camera you can play. You shake your face and someone takes a picture. It comes out distorted and very funny. We then tipped our Porters and said thank you for making this trip so good while Doni and the Fountain of Knowledge ran around trying to scare them in good Halloween fashion. Masks and Ponchos.
So off to bed and up at 4 to beat the crowds to Machupichu. On our way the only sight we could see was of the fog. There was murmors of getting our money back
We didnt say goodbye to the group because we were all meeting in a bar later. We got the fast train home while everyone else was on the slow one! So It was back to Cuzco by train where we couldn't sleep despite our weary eyes because of some sort of fashion show going on with dance music and crazy guys in masks on our train.
'ARE YOU GOING TO SAN FRANSICO' (Dance version)
We got off the mad train a stop early and jumped into a taxi back which only took 15 mins. We checked into a classy hotel and lay down but fell asleep and never made it to the bar
We would like to thank Silvario, Hilbert, the Dutch, The English, The Fountain of Knowledge his lovely wife Terry, The three American sisters that weren't sisters, Jenny and her fella who's name I can't spell or prenounce and Kirsten, the crazy wont shut up Irish girl, for making this one of the most memorable trips ever.
HOLD YOUR LAMAS