Peru was 5 years in the dreaming. I'm not sure what started it all off but I know it was around the time I started the PB and started looking at the world differently. Other distractions continued to pop up but that one image of Machu Picchu city with Huayna Picchu in the background always stayed with me. I've had the poster of that image behind me at work for as long as I can remember, a constant reminder that you have to work hard to make your dreams come to life. Over 500 days ago this dream started to become a reality, I couldn't help but shed a tear once i'd secured the booking - 10 days in Peru, walking the Inca trail to Machu Picchu.
Some background info - Peru is 6 hours back from GMT which was a tad unfortunate when a pesky supply agency which usually bugs me at work decided to unwittingly phone me at 3:00 in the morning on one of the days in Cuzco! The currency is the Neuvos Sole and céntimos for the smaller amounts. Depending on how lucky you are with the conversion rates you can get 4.05 Soles for every pound sterling although you can only change from US dollars which will get you around 2.5 Soles for every dollar. Most peruvians are lovely except the ones you meet in bureau de changes, they're up there with any custom official worldwide...
Despite being out of the country for 10 days it was only the 8 days in the middle that were worth writing home about, more or less everything either side was about grinning and bearing it although the first day meant meeting the first half of the group which would become known as 'Pumas'. Heathrow airport brought all the Brits together. I'd spoken to a few of them on Facebook but this was the first time we'd all met up, sizing each other up in the nicest possible way. I recognised Debbie, Tracie and Lisa straight away, then came Alison, Hannah, Paul, Julie, Sally Ann and our two team leaders Jo and Henry. A varied bunch, we all shared a true sense of adventure as between us we'd walked the great wall of china, reached Everest base camp, climbed Kilimanjaro and walked a mile carrying a bag of compost. In our other lives we were HR managers, nurses, bank managers, fund raisers and Admin officers but here we were equals and would become a solid family. After only an hour or so in i'd got a new nickname, 'Eyes' and was tallying up the tall jokes and dishing out as good as I got. The quick flight to Madrid then gave us a couple of hours to kill. We discovered our main spanish linguist in Debs and even managed to translate Tracie when using her finest Geordie.
The 2nd flight there and back was always going to be the worst, 12 1/2 hours of limbo. In the 4 other shorter flights leg room never seemed to be a problem but the long haul flight felt like being in a shoe box. Debs was most annoyed when a bloke gave me evils for treading on my foot which was hanging in the aisle. I love it when fiery women have got my back ;) The saving grace with long haul though is the entertainment. Life of Pi, Dark Night and several episodes of The Big Bang theory helped me forget how numb my legs and bum were feeling and how I knew getting any sleep would be impossible. After faffing around in Lima with a bewildered looking check in crew we hurriedly got on our 3rd and final flight, now into the second day it was only only 1 hours 20 minutes to Cuzco. After we'd got all our bags we went outside and it took our breaths away, literally. Lima may be at sea level but Cuzco certainly isn't, placed over 3000 metres above sea level. A quick jog to the coach was unthinkable, suddenly everything had to be slowed down as anything close to a brisk walk really got the heart and lungs going. From that moment on we were introduced to the first of many culture shocks, hawkers. Stand still for long enough anywhere in Peru and it seems someone will try and sell you something. A photo of us arriving, a Peruvian hat. We still only had our US$ currency and were eager to get going so had to disappoint the locals. Weirdly enough the driver didn't bother loading any luggage in the hold and instead piled us and all the bags straight onto the coach. I still remember that drive to our hotel, I couldn't stop looking around at this strange and wonderful new world i'd found myself in. Giant wooden water flumes, large models of trains in random positions, semi knackered cars all with thin red and white stripes of the Peruvian flag. And the colours, the 7 colours of the rainbow shown everywhere. I'd later find out these are the colours of the Inca flag, Peruvians have love for both parts of their ancestry.
After a short drive with as many speed bumps as in Tilehurst we arrived in the centre of Cuzco. Again my eyes didn't know which way to look first, so much colour and variety to look at, beautiful architecture and just soaking in being in a completely new and different place. Around the corner we came to Hotel Garcilaso II, the second of two identically named hotels side by side and home for the beginning and end of my dream days. The 3 stars on the wall would label it as comfortable for most but after the days trekking we were to face the beds, showers and flushable toilets would later seem like 5 star luxury. We enter the great looking courtyard and are given a local tea, any experience that starts with tea is always a plus I reckon. Made with coca leaves, a key crop for Peruvian farmers, the tea is both a pretty decent Oolong sort of tasting tea and a key ingredient for Cocaine for the unscrupulous (trivia - also the original ingredient for Coca Cola before being banned). After getting all our stuff in our rooms it was time to get our currency changed and chance for our team leaders to have a quick break from us. Jo was in charge and Henry was our doctor, both briefed us on the things we'd have to keep a constant check on from that moment on. Firstly water and sun block. Were we just south of the Equator at altitude which meant the potential for getting very hot, linked in with this was the altitude. The brief was to have both with you at all times, especially water which we'd be drinking far more than we were used to. Secondly but equally pushed by both Jo and Henry was hygiene. Little bottles of Alcoholic hand wash were with us at all times as the thought of being sick out of both ends before or doing the trek was something we were all keen to avoid. Culture shock number 2, the toilets. I'm used to basic and mucky but not changing the way I use a loo. In Peru the used loo roll goes in a bin or if you're unlucky, a pile in the corner, and not down the hole. Needing to go I made sure I used the main hotel loo to check I wasn't being set up as naturally the one in my room was clear. Sure enough, bin in the corner with a nice little mountain of tinted paper piling up. Where was that hand wash again..?
We had the rest of the day to ourselves. After changing our currency for the rather unhelpful 100 sole notes, me and 6 of the others decided to relax in the main square. Debs, Hannah, Alison, Tracie, Lisa and Sally Ann. The 7 of us quickly began to get on very well and would spend the rest of the holiday having a laugh together and watching each others backs. Culture shock number 1 reared it's head again with the endless stream of hawkers. Every 5 minutes or so saw a new local try their luck with 3 common themes; pictures, jewellery and figurine pens. We must have said "No Gracias" about as many times as taking a swig from our water bottles during the trip, most of them took no as no but a few (especially the kids selling the pens) at times were a pain in the proverbial. I spotted a very traditional Peruvian woman with her daughter holding what looked like a doll, it turned out to be a baby lamb wearing a hat. Cue photo op with 1 Sol buying us all a picture with them. The locals are more than happy to have their pictures taken as long as you give them something in return. Not a problem, i'd pick memorable pictures over novelty pens any day.The first evening seemed to be tricky for most people. The altitude affected everyone's appetite, even mine. We all felt guilty seeing half empty plates of food going back as we simply didn't feel like eating, despite having only economy class plane food, a few Go Ahead bars and an endless torrent of water. The menu might have put some of though, alpaca, the first taste of traditional Peruvian food.
The first night was horrible, for some reason my heart was racing more than ever and breathing was proving problematic after anything resembling effort. Kicking back the 200 covers on my bed felt like being back in the bog in Llantyrd Wells. The plunk plunk fizz aspirin i'd brought with me to try and help things was about as tasty as battery acid so I stuck to the water and Haribos. I can't tell you how fun getting up to pee 3 times in the night at altitude is. sure is an experience I can tell you!
Woke up the following morning feeling like i'd been drop kicked, luckily the breakfast brought a complete turn around. I reckon the pink yoghurt had something to do with it. At this point we were starting to get to know the kiwi contingent of our group which had joined us late the day before. A few of them had already done the rainforest trip which our two Geordies Tracie and Lisa were going to do and said how amazing it was. Even though they'd been in the country longer than us, the rainforest was still at sea level more or less so they were suffering the same as the rest of us. Unlike the brits with only one couple and two bezzie mates the kiwis all knew each other before the trip started. Jocelyn, Judith, Terry, Lynn, Cecile, John and Craig made it a solid female presence, something I was more than used to working at Prospect ;)The first full day in Cusco involved taking a practise trek to acclimatise us all to trekking at altitude, without the fear of being in the middle of nowhere as we would still be around civilisation. We all jumped on the coach and went on our way to our first destination, Tambo Machay. Along the route, my first memorable moment, not a biggie but enough to get itself lodged in the mind. We were turning a corner in the coach and suddenly a train came parallel alongside us out of nowhere and we were riding side by side. It was little moments like this along with the main event that have elevated Peru to it's dream status. The road resembled the current standard found in Tilehurst, bumpy and full of holes; a home from home if you will. We arrived at Tambo Machay, had a pee break at and were given our snacks. the loos had little dolls showing each gender (a common theme) and the snacks included a banana and my new favourite - OREO'S! I haven't done the twisting and dunking in milk yet but I can't believe I didn't discover them earlier. Proper lush! The first few steps into the practise trek and we're breathing hard already. From that moment we quickly learnt how to adapt, no more rushing around like at home, Peru would be all about taking your time.
This was our first introduction to Eddie who would be our main guide. Born and raised in the ever cool sounding Ollantaytambo (especially when he said it) Eddie was clearly a guy passionate about his country's culture and it would prove to be infectious for all of us. The walk from Tambo Machay to the fantastically named Saqsaywaman brought with it many Inca treasures. Eddie introduced the important parts of Incan culture such as the three sacred animals of the Condor, Serpent and Puma and from that moment on referred to us all as Pumas, the sacred animal of the material world. The mini trek introduced us all to Peru's second best anti-congestant, the joys of pooing out in the wild and the carving skills of a very talented dude. Eddie and Oskar, Eddie's right hand man handed us some local mint and asked us to rub a little in our hands. A breath of vapour really helped to open the airways for the trek. Unfortunately for Sally Ann it must have opened another type of airway as she became the first person of the group who needed to 'tush the bush'. Near the end of the route we found this bloke carving beautiful items out of the local stone. I brought my first of 3 pipes, a beaut of a pipe which resembled a hand holding onto a bowl. We stopped at Saqsaywaman for lunch, posing for our 'sexy woman' shots by the sign. It was Cecile the kiwi's birthday and luckily she had a Peruvian band and birthday cake waiting for her. After lunch the impromptu dancing started, we had to take it in turns as dancing at altitude is a lot harder than usual! Lunch brought with it a 3rd culture shock but in a good way - Peruvian food is amazing! The cold drinks were very welcome but not as much as the grub, very tasty and plenty of it, a theme we would discover throughout our time out there. The loss of appetite from the first day was well and truly gone as we all got stuck in. We made it to the ruins at Saqsaywaman and had another history lesson from Eddie while we kicked back and continued to top up the hydration and sun block levels. This was also the cue for the first of many Paddington photos. Me, Sally Ann, Debs and Alison had all brought one with us and so gave our bears some time in the frame at this amazing looking Inca site.
After a while at the Inca site is back home to the centre of Cuzco and our hotel. Down a few back alleys we saw more of the sorts of people living there. We passed several school children, all immaculately dressed and eager to get to school. Some of them have to walk miles to get to and from school but you can tell from the look in their eyes this isn't a problem, they know to do well in school is to give themselves the best chance of a better life. Every Peruvian kid we'd seen at that point seemed to have the most amazing natural smiles on them. Far from the pampered teenagers back at home these children had very little but were all the more grateful for the things they did have and the chances they were given. We passed an Alice Cooper lookalike peddling goods on a corner, a guy cobbling shoes in the shade of a small room and some pretty decent looking basketball courts. I'd watched a little bit of telly the night before and football could be found on 5 separate channels but at least some of the residents knew what the true beautiful game was. No one felt like much more exploring once we'd reached the area around our hotel but I went for a bit of solo shopping. I thought i'd try out some bartering skills and look for a pendant like Eddie was wearing, the Andean Cross. The cross is an important part of Peruvian culture in it's various forms. The half cross seems even more sacred as the other half is in the earth, the symbol in both forms can be found throughout Peru and especially the Inca trail. After a bit of shopping I went back to the hotel and got on the computer, figured out the foreign keyboard and updated the world on how amazing Peru was proving to be so far.
The following morning brought with it breakfast, 2 more guides and the serious business of getting ready for the main trek. More pink yoghurt with scrambled egg (this year's food discovery) and then back to the room to pack all the bags. First up was the duffle bag, a blue zip up bag we'd be having transported for us along the trek and would only have access to at night. The weight limit was 6kg and contained the sleeping bag, sleeping mat, wash gear, spare clothing and off course, onesie. I'd been convinced to buy one from Primarni before flying out, luckily Dad managed to find me a beaut of one with a big old Union Jack down one side. Next came the rucksack. Water bottles first in (2 litres minimum was the brief) followed by the sun screen, hand gel and emergency medical supplies. Extras included snacks, head torches and loo roll for all those impromptu bush tushes. Everything else went in the main luggage which stayed at the hotel for the duration of the main trek. Bags ready we swung on round to the waiting coach to take us to the start of the Inca Trail. Before that we stopped off at the quite brilliant sounding Ollantaytambo, home of our main guide Eddie. The whole place seems to exist now to be the final stop off point to get supplies for the trek. We stocked up on sugary sweets, water bottles, funky looking water bottle holders, cholos (alpine hats) and anything else that the previous day's trek had proven a need for. Despite an evident security presence the place seemed as chilled out as the rest of Cuzco. Ollantay as it's known by the locals was modelled on the shape of the serpent, Cuzco the shape of a Puma and Machu Picchu the shape of a condor. We'd learn from Eddie more of the importance of these three sacred animals as we travelled to our destination.
After another short drive we arrived at the start of the Inca trail. Piscakucho otherwise known as 'Km 82' was the lowest altitude we'd been at for a while at 2,570 metres ASL but the heat made it feel quite awkward. There was a mixture of excitement and nervous tension as everyone made their final checks to their kit before setting off. We had a hawker trying to sell us things, cue a mass desert scarf buying frenzy as the sun had caught many of us on our necks the day before and they were just the ticket to protect them from the sun. For the first time we could see the whole final group together at last. As well as the two new guides Erline and Jimmy we were joined by the chaski's. We were told they were never to be called 'porters' like a lot of foreigners called them as their jobs and history was far more nobler. The chaskis of old were the messengers for the Incas, travelling with messages with very little rest over huge distances and tricky terrain. Our chaski's would be doing the same except they would be transporting all the equipment instead of messages. These amazing guys were nowt more than 5 foot and a tater but as fit as ox's. Every time we saw them they worked effortlessly as a team. As well as carrying our 6kg duffle bags they carried the tents, chairs, food, cooking gear, toilet and everything else that we'd need for the journey. Each day they were to rush off ahead of us after packing away to set up at the next site before we got there, all except one who carried the medical gear who we dubbed 'Superman'.
At this stage I was in panic mode. I'd had a few worries about the trip before starting including the heat and altitude but the main potential pit fall was my knees. 2 months before setting off they'd decided to play me up in a big way. I'd been to the doctors and had the usual diagnosis, 'Hypochondria. Nowt wrong with you so bugger off'. Hypo or nor my knees were making themselves known to me. Everyone had spotted a slight limp from me even at the airport, despite trying to hide it I had Jo and Henry with the questions from the start. I tried to convince everyone, myself included, this wouldn't be a problem and wouldn't stand in the way of me realising my dream. After loading up all our gear we took the short walk towards the entry point, the knees, in anticipation of what was to come gave me a fair bit of grief for the short journey. We had to stand in a specific order, Peruvians may be laid back but not when it comes to their beloved trail. The limit is 500 people a day on the trail, only 200 of these though can be tourists, everyone else must be a guide or chaski. We waited in line in the sun while smaller groups of people were ushered through. For someone used to first come first served queueing this was culture shock number 4 and most un-British. Eventually, our group went through, Oskar put the first of many stamps in my passport and we were over the bridge and good to go. We were given a quick brief on trek etiquette. If our team were behind us looking to pass we were to say "Chaski" and stick to the mountain side of the path so they could pass. This became one of the many routines we quickly became used to along with the water, sun screen and hand wash. The first day would be gentle enough, we passed the Inca site of Llaqtapata and gradually walked towards our camp site at Wayllabamba at 2980 metres ASL (Above Sea Level). Lunch and Tea made us start to realise how amazing our group of chaskis were. While we were kitted up to the eye balls with state of the art hiking boots, moisture wicking tech tops and walking poles these guys were carrying big loads twice as fast as we were so they could make it to the stop in time, set it up and make us feel fantastic when we got there. At each stop we were greeted by a round of applause, bowls of water to wash our hands before eating and the food tent itself. I'm not sure about everyone else but I was expecting a packed lunch or something each day, what we got was a feast every time. We sat together on the stools some dude had hiked up for us by himself in front of some of the best tasting food i've ever eaten. I've lost count of the number of new food I enjoyed but I know they included salad and even the demon food brocolli. This time though I wasn't eating it for a bet, it tasted good!Night time saw tea followed by an early night, this would become earlier every night by half an hour each day. We had number tents along with our numbered duffle bags. Most people shared tents but me and Debs were lucky enough to have our own tents as a couple had pulled out of the trip at the last minute. While I missed being with my new mates when in the tent sharing would have naturally have been frowned upon seeing that my favourite super 6 were all women ;) It felt great getting to the tent at the end of each day to get the walking boots off and the flip flops on. The onesie also went straight on and gained rave reviews. Debs rocked up with her leopard print onesie and Alison graced us with her Daisy duck one. I wouldn't be surprised if we've started something big in Peru...
The first night and no sleep. 3 barking dogs, no mattress and sheer excitement saw to that. I'd clocked up only 2 hours or so since waking up the day I left for Heathrow but still felt raring to go in the morning. Breakfast brought with it tea, hot chocolate, porridge, local bread, the comically named 'Fanny' Jam and my favourite Peruvian culinary experience, pancakes covered in caramel, SO good! We'd already had a nice start to the morning with morning coca tea given to us by Oskar and some of the chaskis. Each morning started off with the delightfully dry sounding voice off Oskar telling us to "Wake up family". We were Eddie's Pumas and Oskar's family and as the trip went on we felt a stronger part of both. There was also a small bowl of warm water to wash our hands and face in. Showers were a no go, we all knew we'd be smelling pretty funky by the end of the trip but at least we had fresh hands feet and face to start each day. After breakfast we had the usual routine, fill up our water bottles from the giant water containers (boiled to make it safe), put on the Sun screen, use the hand wash and then the ever familiar call of "OK Pumas, packs on". I was already starting to mimic Eddie's voice at this point which cracked everyone up, especially Eddie.
The second day of the main trail was to be the most challenging, a 9km long, 1,200m rise in altitude trek to Warmi Wanuska, more commonly known as 'Dead Woman's Pass' due to the resemblance of a woman lying down when looking at the passes peaks from distance. I nodded along when everyone else was telling me they could see it but then agai ni always did that to those random patterns you see in books that are supposed to have animals contained within them. The path itself was starting to get steeper and contain trickier sections such as big stone steps. I was reminded of Jacob's ladder on the Pennine Way, another brutal bit of trekking although at least this time I didn't have torrential rain to deal with and the beast on my back. I felt myself staring at nothing but the ground as I dug deep to get the job done, I had to remember to stop to take water and of course take pictures of the amazing sights I was surrounded by. Doing so though got much trickier the higher we got. The kiwis, all avid trekkers back home were doing a great job up ahead all except Judith who spent the first couple of days at the back. Throughout the Trek Eddie was at the front, Jo near the back and Henry right at the back bringing up the rear watching out for anyone struggling medically. Ali dropped back at this stage as well and Jo had a little word in my ear to do the same. I can be stoically stubborn when it comes to what my body can achieve. I am by far the fastest walker I know on normal flat terrain at sea level so having to walk this slowly took a lot of getting used to. For the last hour many if us, me included could have been over taken by a sloth, looking back I still can't believe how slow progress was at that altitude. Despite this the chaskis had still been merrily whizzing past us, although less energetic looking as usual still at a pace which left the rest of us standing. Past the late 4100m stage and I can see the rest of the Pumas at the top. This spurred me on as I heard Eddie playing a flute and everyone else up there in awe of the views. I tripled my pace virtually bounding up the final few steps. Big mistake! After reaching the top I was greeted by Debs, exhileration then serious dizzyness. I get my photo taken with Deb, find a spot to pee without going any higher and then find a rock to slump on. 15 minutes or so later after chewing on coca sweets and glucose my head starts to return to normality. At this stage it starts to rain and we all see Judith and the good doctor Henry finally reaching the summit. Judith is on cloud nine and despite being a bit tired, in a much better state than i'd been. What happened next was the joint favourite part of the whole experience for me. We'd all been asked to bring a small stone with us up to the top of the pass. Eddie drew a heart shape on the ground with his own rock and said we were about to give an offering to Pachamama, the mother earth. In turn we all put our stones inside the heart (plus an oreo for good measure). We then all stood around the heart and closed our eyes. It was still raining at this stage when we heard Eddie and Erline playing on flutes. We stood in silence while the ceremony took place, listening to the music feeling as if we were being taken somewhere. When the music stopped, so did the rain. We looked back in the valley of the pass we'd just climbed and in it was a rainbow, formed the second the music had stopped! I'm a devout atheist and sceptic of any and all things other worldly but even I was starting to believe. I'd felt nothing close to this since that moment back in Pavlov's Dog at home. If Pachamama, my guardian or whatever else is out there does exist it was certainly listening.The downhill bit for the next 3 hours or so was the most brutal part of the trek for me. The ascent was physically tiring and a tad disconcerting at times but still enjoyable, the descent was a pure slog and one of only two parts of the trip I wasn't feeling the love. At this stage my trekking poles were really coming into there own. A few people had decided to leave them finding them too awkward but they were proving to be my lifeline. Although I couldn't see them I imagined a few worried looks between Jo and Henry as I winced at nearly every step as my knees felt awful. We did our best to cheer each other up as it became clear we were all suffering in some way. Knees, ankles and blisters were starting to take their toll on the masses. After what seemed like an eternity we reached camp. Seeing the tents lined up was such a relief, even if they had shifted numerical order a tad. Each day saw us sharing the sites with more and more groups, the final stop would see all 500 people camp together. At this point I felt broken. I virtually fell into my tent, tore my boots off, surveyed the damage to my feet and just slumped flat on my sleeping mat after getting into the onesie. After a while it was off to the tent for the traditional 'happy hour', a hot chocolate and a bowl of popcorn before tea for the more sociable among us. Tea came and went, fantastic as ever and it was off to bed. I was now back in panic mode as I was panicking about how my body, knees especially, would cope with the rest of trek. We had conquered the hardest part but the longest trek was still to come - 16km and around 12 hours out on the route. I slept the best i'd done for the whole trip and tentatively tested the waters when I woke up. I felt broken. I was greeted by our usual morning treat of coca tea and bowl of hot water but I was panicking. I shuffled to the tent for breakfast, trying to hide as best I could how crap I felt. Whoever said breakfast was the most important meal of the day was right, every one in Peru had given me a new lease of life. Whilst still feeling fragile I went through the usual routine. Fill up the water, sun block and hand wash on and then "OK Pumas, packs on".
Day 3 of the main trek saw a longer but much gentler rise and fall in altitude over largely easier terrain. the pain from my knees continued to switch from side to side which at least meant it was largely psycho-semantic which meant I had a better chance of dealing with it. A break, twist or fracture would leave me buggered but pain was something I could grimace and deal with. The rest of the Pumas could sense my predicament and all chipped in keeping my spirits up. At this point Debs and Ali were the front runners doing really well with their pace, I was near the back with Lisa, Tracie, Sally Ann and H. Me and Tracie became each others wingmen as we seemed to be having similar problems so watched each others backs and kept each other laughing. A stop off point gave us our first magical glimpse of Machu Picchu mountain. It is this mountain that the city of Machu Picchu is situated and was named after but NOT the one you can see in all the famous pictures of the site, that beauty is known as Huayna Picchu. A few minutes after the break I had a strange moment, for some reason I started welling up and couldn't stop! At this point I was in no particular amount of pain, the downhill route was tricky but not as brutal as before and I was in very good spirits so why the waterworks? Was it because i'd seen the mountain i'd been dreaming of visiting for the first time on the journey, tiredness setting in? I'd no idea. I was fully expecting this to happen when walking through the Sun gate on the final day but not at that point. Cue a mini game set up by Tracie to take my mind off everything. We'd already discussed bucket lists and A -Z lists back at Madrid airport so she decided to get an A - Z bucket list going. We had to alternate letters, memorising what we'd both said previously. We seemed to drive a few of the kiwis nuts doing this who decided to overtake us at this point but Ali and Sally Ann stayed with us to help us remember. We ended up with this: -
A - African dancing in Africa
B - Basketball in Market Square Garden
C - Carp fishing in Japan
D - Dog sledging in Alaska
E - Elephant riding in India
F - Fencing in Bordeaux
G - Golf in America
H - Helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon
I - Ice skating in Iceland
J - Jet Skiing in the Bahamas
K - Kick boxing in Thailand
L - Lion taming in Egypt
M - Matadoring in Spain
N - Night trekking in Nepal
O - Orangutang viewing in Borneo
P - Pisco souring in Peru
Q - Quickstepping in Brighton
R - Racing in Italy
S - Skiing in the Alps
T - Trekking in Nepal (during the day I guess)
U - Uniform dating on the Internet
V - Vespa riding in Sicily
W - Wanking in Wikiki (yep you read that right!)
X - Xylophoning in Austria
Y - Yoyo-ing in York
Z - Zorbing in New Zealand.
At the end of the game in another moment of impeccable timing we came across everyone else at the stop off point. A few of them had heard our game, especially the kiwis who enjoyed the Z entry made in homage to their country. The rest of the Pumas asked me to recite the whole list to them again followed by a cracking round of applause for my efforts of recall. A very quick sit down and it was back with the packs on towards camp. On the longest day we had hiked the Runkuraqay and Phuyupatamarca Passes, stopped off at the ruins of Sayacmarca and eventually reached oru stop for the night at Winaywayna. Despite my worries of letting the side down with my knees, they'd held up a treat in the end. As well as that, Eddie told us we had a special treat in store for us. We were the first group to get to the camp site during day light hours and so were able to view some beautiful ruins a short walk from the camp. We were told it was but a 3 minute walk away and to only bring a top and head torch just in case, no poles needed. Mine would be coming with me though. At this point we were so close to our goal so they would not be leaving my sight. Despite Eddie obviously using a sun dial to get his 3 minutes travel time, we were not disappointed. Another great looking Inca ruin with an even better view. We each sat in one of the stone windows while Eddie gave us another insight into his culture and the history of where we were sat. The night began to draw in so it was back to camp for happy hour and tea. This was the final night we would spend with our chaski's so we gave each other a great send off. The chef had baked and iced us a cake and we had collected tips for everyone and put them in envelopes. A few of us volunteered to hand them out to the various groups of people, saying why we appreciated them and how much we'd loved our experience. After Debs, H, Tracie, Jocelyn and Lisa did their bit I rocked up wearing my onesie which went down well with the locals. I doubt they've ever seen someone that big in something like that before! Terry was last up and did the best of the speeches with various murmurs and nods of appreciation as she summed up what we all felt, the love for these people who had become part of our family and the amazing experience we'd all had so far.
Waking up on the final morning we were all in a nervous state of expectation. It was another 1/2 hour earlier start, getting up 4:00am. This was for two reasons, we were just 2 minutes walk from a gate which opened at sunrise and wanted to be there as soon as possible so we could beat the tourist crowd to Machu Picchu. The second reason was for our chaskis, there are only two trains out of Machu Picchu during the day, one of which is the ridiculously early morning train. As soon as we were out of our tents they were being packed away and the same with breakfast. The chaski's were like a well oiled machine with everything sorted out into backpacks before you could blink. They all rushed off down a separate path to the station while we got our packs on and wandered down to the gate. We were joined by all the other trekkers we'd shared the night with, waiting for a few minutes before it was light enough to go through. I spotted a Japanese dude i'd seen a few times on the trek and had a good look at the brilliant hat he was wearing, I wouldn't be leaving Peru without buying one of those beauts. Eventually the gate opened and we all slowly walked through. Although the majority of the 2 hour route to the main event was said to be easy with much less steps and gentler inclines and descents there was one section called the 'monkey steps' which prove a tester. The local name for this section was 'gringo killer' due to its ability to sort the locals out from the tourists. It was easy enough to spot, Oskar was stood at the bottom holding all our trekking poles as we would genuinely be climbing the steps. My mind raced back to Scafell Pike and the scrambling section. Luckily my knees were feeling kind as I suddenly found myself in my element, I think 'rat up a drainpipe' was a pretty good description. The views were more amazing as ever. Eddie was giving us another chat on where we were when Jo came through on the radio, she was at the Sun Gate with Jimmy. I thought we were about 1/2 hour away but in fact it was only 10 minutes or so, suddenly all aches and pains didn't exist as we were moments away from Inti Punktu, Sun Gate and entrance to Machu Picchu.Henry had darted off ahead, he'd spent every waking moment on the trek bringing up the rear so we knew we were close. We walked the quickest we'd done since starting in avid anticipation. After a few minutes we heard cheering. Oskar and Jimmy held up trekking poles making an arch for us all to walk under and Henry, Eddie and Oskar were high fiving us all while Jo was filming us arriving on a camera, we'd made it! I wanted to take a picture of the gate which was one of the 5 images I'd put on my 500 day countdown but the battery had appeared to be empty, causing me a near panic. For a moment I put this to one side as I went up the steps, turned left and saw it for the first time, Machu Picchu city and Huanya Picchu...
Smiles broke out spontaneously along with hugs with whoever was within reach. Out came the Paddington bears and the sponsor t-shirts where smoothed out to get the first of 'the' shots, the ones that would immortalise this moment. My mind went back to mini panic mode with my camera. I'd brought two batteries and with a 2 bar charge remaining at the start of the morning I was sure it would last me at least the day. After fiddling about with the camera at several times I managed to get the shots I wanted. I kept my camera away from the group shots fearing I'd have nothing for later if I completely ran out of juice, glad I did as Facebook is a great thing in getting the shots everyone else took. Although we could clearly see our goal it was still a fair walk until we'd reach the site proper. We stopped off halfway down on the descent at another Incan ruin by a huge over hanging rock. Despite not being close to any water, the rock echoed the sound of a waterfall from far away, one of the many amazing works of engineering and understandings the Incas had of their world. I'm still baffled at how such a huge advanced culture could have been wiped out by such few Spanish Conquistadors. Unfortunately the Incas were so in tune with the world around them they worried far less about developing ways to protect themselves from those looking to conquer it for themselves. Such a common theme throughout history, I can't help but think how much better our world might be if the conquering sides had lost.
A few more minutes down the path and we arrived at what we'd all been dreaming about since booking our trips. From the sun gate you are greeted by the classic post card image but once you actually reach the site you are instantly hit by the sheer size of the place. I am always much more impressed by natural beauty so it was always the mountain of Huayna Picchu which drew me to Peru but I was awe inspired by the size of the Inca city, even more so when we found out the state it would have been discovered in back in 1911 by the explorer Hiram Bingham. In Machu Picchu stands a solitary tree, kept there to show the height of vegetation covering the entire site back in the day. The city looks like one huge stone metropolis. There are a variety of stone wall techniques on show with only the very best saved for the temples where the stonework is classed as near enough to perfection. There are sections with low door ways and mini steps for the average inhabitant and the opposite for the actual Incas, 'Inca' meaning royalty with the tallest members of the culture being the kings (which gave yours truly a few knowing looks ;) ). Apparently when the Spanish popped over for a visit and a spot of invading they instantly killed the tallest and strongest which is why so few tall Peruvians exist today. I was already looking to spend the rest of my life in this amazing country so a idea of re-creating a tall populous was starting to sound inviting... Eddie took us to various spots including the quarry and temple of the condor and told us all about them. At this point we were slowly get swamped by tourists fresh off the coach. 'd already had my dream trip slightly soured by the tourist experience. Before going off for the tour we had to drop off our bags and poles. We were greeted by shops, vending machines, queues for toilets and pampered divas surgically attached to their smart phones happy enough on the day excursion. The Pumas had spent 4 days enduring heaven and hell in paradise while this lot trundled off an air conditioned coach looking for their postcard pictures and novelty t-shirts. That and the salad burger we were given as a snack left a nasty taste in the mouth.
After Eddie's tour we were left to our own devices. A coach out of Machu Picchu would be available every 15 minutes or so which meant we were free to spend up to 3 hours at the site before leaving for the nearest town to meet up for lunch. I'd well and truly stopped sulking about the tourist situation and was back in dreamland. My body had a completely new lease of life, I found myself bounding up the many stone steps and walking at the pace my body was used to. Me and the other Paddington owners rigged up various photo ops for our bears which drew plenty of interest from those around us. If any Cusco hawkers are reading this, get yourself to MP armed with Paddinton bears as you will make a fortune, tourists love them! Along with Debs, Ali, Tracie and Lisa we'd arranged to spend a further 30 minutes or so at the site taking pictures and exploring. We'd already soaked in the atmosphere at this point and the flood of tourists was starting to make any further time spent there a token gesture. I raced up to the highest point i'd seen earlier to take more Paddington shots and get a better perspective of my surroundings. You could see what Eddie was talking about earlier about MP being a sort of compass as it sat exactly in the middle of 4 mountains pointing in the points of the compass. Putucusi pointed to the East, Chachani (or San Gabriel) to the West, Machu Pichu mountain pointed South and my favourite Huayna Picchu to the North. The site is also an observatory though, stone washers full of water could be used to reflect the stars at night. Because of Machu Picchu's position on the equator you can see key constellations depending on the time of the year. At the summer and winter solstices the sun would reflect in key parts of the site, used by the priests as a calendar for key dates throughout the year. Be under no illusion, the Incas were way ahead of their time.Eventually it was time to go, the 5 of us went to the coach stop and after a few minutes were sat on the back row in our very own air conditioned bus. We had spent 4 days trekking without showering so looked a tad out of place in comparison with everyone else on the coach. It was the 5 of us though who would be taking the most away from our day though, the main event is nothing without the trail before it.
After 20 minutes or so we reach the stop off point at the fantastic looking Aguas Calientes. Just like Ollantaytambo, AC seems now to exist for only one purpose. Tourism is the area's sole business, set up purely for said purpose. The area has amazing views and the buildings and the railway make the whole place look so alive. There are plenty of cafes, restaurants and shops but happily they don't look tacky and touristy. Unlike the bag storage place in MP this place has managed to retain its soul. The first stop was the restaurant we'd be lunching in later to drop off our bags. On from there it was the market and a sea of colour. Everyone seemed to be selling many variations of the same theme, shopping around would always get you a better price or the exact thing you were looking for. It was here I bought easily my favourite souvenir, a gorgeous looking photo album that i'm looking at whilst typing this. It has every image of Peru you could wish to have on it such as the 3 sacred animals and nazca lines images and smells amazing; leather, rubber and oil in one. We spent the next hour splitting up and meeting back up, finding plenty of photo ops and having a drink together. Highlights included a great looking ceremony with people wearing white balaclavas, holding llama effergies and carrying whips (a bit weird / kinky looking but hey ho) and an impromptu ceremony which went on outside while we were having lunch. I darted out with my camera and everyone who had theirs followed. After lunch it was off for a train ride then a coach ride back to Cuzco. The train ride is apparently one of the top 7 you can do in the world one of the kiwis said. The views were great and the paper placemat we were each given was pretty cool so i'm happy to go along with that. Back in Ollantaytabmbo it was on the coach which had brought us here with the driver dubbed 'Schumacher' getting us back on that same knarly road with all the speed bumps on it. The coach got us back to the hotel just before 9pm. A few people decided to skip the 9:20 tea in favour of snack bars and sleep. The shower back in my room felt like heaven. I'd been moved over to room 104 next to doctor Henry and Debs, Ali and H were now all sharing. I must have seriously lost track of time as I ambled out an hour late at 10:15. Luckily the lovely hotel staff brought me out something while Henry and the two kiwi blokes Craig and John were having a natter.
Final full day in Cuzco and it was ours to spend as we wished. Judith and Cecile told us about a pretty cool market they'd found on the first day which I wanted to go to. Debs wanted to find a photo album that looked like mine and I had some serious shopping to do including a hat for Beardy at work and something for the oldies. I eventually found the market and it was even more alive than the one at Aguas Calientes. This one was much bigger and also had food and drink of every kind. The woman at the fruit juice stands waved their menu cards to attract attention, the meat stand had what looked like sheep mouths and other funky looking carcasses. Huge loafs of oval shaped bread, various types of nuts and huge blocks of cheese. The colours of the souvenir stands were amazing. There were people sat next to each other at the eating stands, I scanned each stall looking for the one dish I wash determined to have for lunch - Cuy or Guinea Pig to you and I. I'd been told previously that when in Rome you need to drink a Pisco Sour (done that) and sample the local delicacy. No luck with the Cuy but I did pick up great gifts including the second item which received Deb envy, my lush looking leather bracelet of Machu Picchu. I spent the next few hours or so soaking in the atmosphere of the market and the rest of Cuzco. I ended up at a purpose looking tourist restaurant, quietly confident I'd find the dish I was looking for. Sure enough, top of the menu (and the most expensive thing on it) was Cuy. The restaurant was so obviously touristy as it highlighted the traditional Peruvian dishes. I ordered the dish and sat back while it was on it's way. Cue a host of hawkers trying to sell the usual. The service took the usual amount of time, aside from the hawkers this wasn't a problem though, i'd well and truly got used to the Peruvian flow of time and was in no rush. I was brought a free lemonade as a bonus for having to wait which was nice and then eventually came the Cuy. Not sure what I was expecting but i'm guessing it wasn't what was lying on the plate. The body of a huge rodent and the severed head looking right back at me. First thing I did was cover the head with the salad, I ould have my guinea pig looking at me while I dined on it thank you very much. At this point I was joined by John and Terry (I swear they sound like a sit com from back in the day). They were fascinated by what they were seeing and that i'd taken the plunge, even more so than I was at this point! After a second faffing around I got stuck in and tried to find enough meat on it to justify ordering it. It may be a local delicacy and i'm glad i've tried it but i'm happy to put the Purple Book rules in place, I won't be ordering it again. And no it doesn't taste like chicken before you ask... Debs joined me halfway through, she was one of two people including Tracie that wasn't impressed before hand when I mentioned i'd be tracking it down but was intrigued none the less. After a while the meal wasn't impressing and the hawkers were starting to get a bit much so the two of us scarpered back to the hotel to sit in the sun and go through what we'd brought. We joined Terry and John in the sun and were later joined by H as we all sat back and relaxed. After a couple of hours we all retired to our rooms to get ready for the big night out. The ladies had been out shopping to get themselves kitted out, I had to make do with my Converse shoes and shirt i'd luckily brought with me.
The big night out, the ladies were all looking great, we were going for drinks and dancing at altitude. First stop would be the 'Fallen Angel' bar up the road. We walk into this place and are once again amazed by Peru. This place looked so cool, every wall and facet had something beautiful and quirky to look at. The bath full of fish made into a glass top table, the statue of a silver fallen angel, the pictures on the wall, the red devil toilet with the barbed wire and the blue angel toilet with the cracked mirrors. We all ordered a cocktail, alcoholic except for H, our devout christian. A firm favourite of mine, H proved to be the biggest surprise of the group for me. I'm a devout atheist so was a bit wary of someone I thought I wouldn't have much to do with on the trip. H though is able to be lovely and sweet without being over bearing. One of my super 6 she has the strength of soul greater than anyone i've ever met with nothing getting her down on the trip and always seeing the best in everyone and everything. The drinks we had were a shock to the system, drinking at altitude has an obvious effect, we were all feeling a bit dazed and confused. We moved onto the restaurant, semi drunk at this point but conscious enough to get there and eat without making complete exhibits of ourselves. It was then onto the first of two night clubs, a quirky place with great designs on the wall and a rather odd looking couple proving the entertainment.
There was a woman and an escapologist getting out of a straight jacket she'd just put him in. Cue the Pina Coladas and the dancing. The locals and other tourists stood back as the Brits showed everyone how it's done. This for the moment was out home ground, alcohol and club music brought out various shapes being thrown on the dance floor. The dance music was then replaced by a traditional Peruvian band. We gave each other a few knowing looks as we realised at that moment we were in a night club having beethoven music played back to us. A bit tricky to dance to we though so moved onto the salsa bar which was downstairs. This was more like it, black and white checked floor and salsa music playing. Those with the knowledge grabbed the nearest lady and showed their steps, everyone else (me included) tried to do the same with various degrees of success. At this stage it was only the Brits and the slightly 'maturer' kiwis had gone back to the hotel. After a couple of hours, with the knowledge of a full day's travel ahead we gradually began to filter back ourselves. I finished squashing everything I could back into my main luggage and backpack ready to leave later the following day.
Final morning in Peru, it was a subdued breakfast in the morning as we started to say goodbye to each other. The kiwis left first for home then Tracie and Lisa went off to continue their adventure in the jungle. It was down to the final few, we had a couple of hours free so all went to spend it for the last bit of shopping and sight seeing. Debs was still eyeing up my leather bracelet so we went back to the market to look for one. We didn't find that but what we did find was a full on festival and military procession, once again Peru had managed to dazzle again. The streets were full of white balaclava wearing llama holders in one section and black balaclava wearers holding baby effergies in the other. Must get around to reading up the significance of this, Eddie and the other guides had already gone so I didn't have them to ask. We made out way back to the main square and saw rows of police, navy, army and special forces lined up for the ceremony. It had all the pomp and circumstance you'd find in London with the addition of people in jungle gear plus more of the black balaclava wearing brigade. The Peruvian and Incan flags were raised and I guess the national anthem sung. Security were an evident but relaxed presence at all time. On the way back to the hotel Debs found herself a friendly looking member of the drugs squad and even friendlier drugs dog named Lennon. We eventually all reconvened at the hotel, all very subdued in the knowledge we would be leaving our new found paradise. The rest was all flying, driving and airports. The pizza at the airport was a reminder of the lives we were all going back to. We said goodbye to H in Lima who was staying on to do missionary work and eventually got ourselves back to Heathrow. The rail air coach got me back to Reading and the biggest culture shock of all. I'd left the beautiful people of Cuzco and returned to the philistines of Reading. A group of twenty something football idiots swearing at everyone, one purposely bumping into me and calling me a twat and looking for a fight. A populous that speaks less English than the people i'd left back in Cuzco and the sheer lack of anything close to culture or direction in life. I was in full pining mode for the country i'd left behind, never before on the final day of a holiday have I not wanted to go home. I love my country but I well and truly despise my home town for what it has become, a sewer largely full of idiots whose only waking thought is what minor event they can tweet about next. #notinterested.
Enough of the preaching, back to what is good and worth writing about. There are so many highlights to talk about but i'll stick to a few memorable ones i'm pretty sure i've already missed so far. The introduction to the amazing chaskis were everyone introduced themselves to each other. The 'Puma Pee', Peru's most effective way of opening up the airways. Pour a bit into your hands, rub them together and clap 3 times then breathe in through the nose. Wow! The closest I came to cursing on the trip as it is very potent on the first and second breaths. The moment we all closed our eyes and walked hand in hand near the edge of the cliff and then all opened our eyes to see the view. THAT moment at Dead woman's pass, easily the most magical of the lot. Perhaps my favourite moment though was every meal time in the tent with the rest of the Pumas. We shared food, drink, jokes, ailments, medication to relieve said afflictions, funny moments and just each others company. Tea wasn't on a tray in front of the telly it was with an amazing group of people who had become my family, none more so than my super 6. Tracie the larger than life Geordie despite her height, Lisa her much quieter mate, solid on the trek and happy to let Tracie take the limelight. Sally Ann, watched my back on the final couple of days and a constant reassuring presence thoughout. Alison our youngest member from Ireland and now living in Cambridge who managed to look stunning even in the small hours of the morning. H who's smile never left her face and was our constant supplier of hugs and Debs who was the first person I met in Heathrow, gave me my new nickname and was a constant mate from start to finish. Jo and Henry had been our fantastic tour leaders from the start, we had to leave Jo in Peru with her new group of people (this time a much bigger group of 44) so it was Henry who brought us all home. Although they had to be strict with us at times, they helped get us to our destination in the best of health and spirits. Finally to our guides, especially Eddy and Oskar (Eddy is the correct spelling, can't see me going back and making all the changes...). I liked Oskar from the start with his great sounding voice, full of dry wit especially when he asked him to say certain phrases, cracked me up. Eddy though was undoubtedly the main man. He has such passion for his country and its culture and it's contagious. Peru was my dream trip and it has well and truly come true. Initial worries such as the heat, altitude and bugs were all quickly put aside and even my knees didn't spoil the occasion, even adding to the sense of accomplishment. I've managed to wear the rubber down completely on my trekking poles which i'm tempted to have mounted on the wall somewhere in thanks to their efforts. Walking through the sun gate at Inti Punku was the big cake which was covered in several cherries on top before and after.
I've tried with pictures and words to sum up how life affirming this experience has been for me but fear they'll never come close. If Peru or anywhere else in the world is your dream location then get yourself there. If you have anything in life you truly want to accomplish then no more excuses, get it done. There is no feeling in the world like accomplishing your dream, trust me. If like me you dream of Peru then wake up and start saving. You well never meet more honest friendlier people, see more amazing views or experience anything more magical than 4 days on the Inca trail. At last i'm finally happy to be home as I plan the next chapter in the book, the next story to be told.Rossifer x
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