The Lost City of the Incas - Day 5

Sleep = Awesome. I slept better then a man in a coma and that is no lie, but 4am came fast and with the furry. It was odd and inconvenient to wake up to the sound of an alarm clock. Where were our Sherpa’s with hot coca tea? For those few seconds between the time the alarm wakes you up and you gather yourself to consciousness, I thought I was back home waking up for another miserable day in a cube. But I soon realized reality. Today was the day we had been waiting for. We hiked nearly 60 miles to see this lost city and we couldn’t be more excited. We quickly took showers (again, odd) and met at a local restaurant where we were served another 4 course breakfast. Super pressed for time, we had to slam the food into our faces and rush out the door to get a good spot in line at the bus station - we had busses take us from Aguas Calinentas to the top of Mt. Picchu....weak I know, but by now we deserved it. Its 4:45am and we are excited to catch the first bus to the top....until we turn the corner. There were already probably 300 people in line. This bothers me. #1 because we may as well have enjoyed our breakfast and #2 because I now realize we are going to spend the day with a thousand other tourists. What has been so nice about this trip is the extreme solitude we had all experienced on the trail. We got to share time with people who share our interests while enjoying the "escape" from civilization. But, at the same time this is the new "seventh wonder of the world" so I guess I should have expected a crowd.

We finally get on a bus and it takes us up a narrow, windy, steep road. And it takes us up fast. Way too fast for comfort. I spend most of my time looking out the window at the magnificent scenery while wondering how many busses have fallen off these cliffs. I instinctly find myself inching away from the window. We reach the top in no time and get in another line to get into Machu Picchu. Now, we were told we could bring backpacks with us to carry some food, water, and rain gear. My day pack is cutting it close with the size requirements, so I tighten all the straps as tight as they could to make the bag look smaller. My trekking companion, Steve, has the same size bag as me and does the same thing. We decide to walk in together so it doesn’t look like we have larger bags then the rest of the group. Now, I don’t know what it is about me, or my bag, but the bastard checking our tickets wouldn’t let me in! Said I had to go to the "bag check" at the front of the building and leave my pack there. This pisses me off, but I don’t put up a fight because I don’t want to get banned from Machu Picchu. As I turn to Steve to say "alright, lets go put our bags in storage and get back as fast as we can" I see him walking through the gate, backpack in toe. WHAT? Steve must have gave him a wink, or slipped him a sole or something. How the hell did he get in and I didn’t? So off I go to check my bag - which contains all my food and water. 7 hours without food will make me a little cranky. I strap on my rain gear, check my bag, and rush back to the line and give the ticket guy an eat shit look. MF'er.



All my built up anger and emotion blows away in the wind as soon as I step foot on Machu Picchu. Words cant even describe how beautiful and surreal this place is when you see it in person. Pictures do not do it justice at all. I was immediately amazed at how big Machu Picchu was. We come in from the south side where most of the agriculture stacks are. Our first destination is clear across on the north side to Waynapichu so we can get a climbing stamp. They only let 400 people on this mountain and I soon learn why. While in line it begins to rain, which is a daily occurrence at Machu Picchu especially in the morning hours. Im glad i grabbed my rain gear! We get our ticket stamped for the 10am climb. For the next 2 hours Hubert takes us on a mini tour of the ruins, explaining its history in detail to us. You can tell he loves what he does as he passionately talks about the ruins and many theories that surround Machu Picchu and the Inca's who inhabited it. What is so great about this place is the lack of history that has been discovered here. When the Incas left (if that's what they did) they didn't leave any kind of evidence that scientists can really use to learn about this site. It isn't even really know what it was built for! most think it was a city build to hide the "upper class" of the Inca's, which makes sense because it is so remote and so hard to access. Others believe it may have been used as a sacrificial prison. What they do know is that is was only inhabited for around 100 years. Why it was abandoned is another mystery. Some scientists think the Inca's were wiped out by smallpox (smallpox killed thousands of South Americans in the 14th century) while others believe they may have been chased out by the Spanish Conquistadors. Either way, what is so amazing to me is that nothing of significant importance was left behind. Because of this, we may never really know what was going on up there. Hell, we can learn all about Dinosaurs that roamed the earth millions of years ago but we cant learn much about a civilization that lived less then 600 years ago. My theory? I think they abandoned the site as soon as they got wind the Spanish were coming. They Took everything with them and headed to the hills where they all died of some disease. You watch, we will soon find them out there in the Ande's holding on to some fine pieces of Inca treasure. I'm the first to say it right here on this blog. I could go on for hours about the stuff i learned, but i wont give you a history lesson. But i highly recommend reading up on it, it is very interesting stuff.

10:00 comes and We head to Waynapichu for the climb. I have to admit, i am a little nervous about this. When Hubert declines an offer to join us because it is "too dangerous" we know we are in for some trouble. He hikes for a living for Christ's sake. And to make it even more interesting, i am not good with heights. But off we go. This mug is a big, steep mountain. the first 30 minutes is an exhausting giant stair climb up to about 4/5 of the way to the top. This is where about 70% of the 400 people that came to climb turn around. When you reach the last part of the ascent and see what you have to climb to get to the top, it almost makes you sick to your stomach. Or, at least for me it did. But I wasn't going to be one of those 70% pussys. I came 3,400 miles for this and if i die trying then so be it. (The picture to the right doesn't do it justice. this was just one of the easy parts where you were able to release your claw grip and snag a picture. Seriously, if you slipped at all you had about a 50/50 chance of survival at this point). I took my sweet ass time climbing up to the top. Baby steps isn't even a good enough analogy. Now, as I'm climbing I expect there to be some kind of look out platform at the top for everyone to gather at and enjoy a picturesque view of Machu Picchu. Absolutely not. Its literally a pile of about 5 or 6 boulders perfectly balanced at the point of this devil mountain. Throw 15 people on them at once and you have your self a serious life or death game of twister at 7,000 feet. I finally position myself at the top of one of the rocks and just sit holding tight, clinging my jacket tight so i don't do a Marry Poppins into the wind. Its very windy up there and you honestly feel like you can get blown away (see the death grip i have on the rock?). But there is nothing quite like feeling like you are on top of the world. the view is amazing. 360 degree views of the sacred valley. Truly unbelievable.

We hang out at the top for about 45 minutes, moving about the boulders to get different views of the surroundings, just trying to soak it all in. IT soon starts to rain a little and we decide it might be a good time to head down before the rocks get "slippy". Going down is a lot easier then i expected. Usually that is the hardest/scariest part for me. Maybe it was because i was eager to get down? Or maybe it was the ass hole who behind me who was on my heals the entire way. There is a section of the mountain where you have to crab walk down some Inca stairs. these bastards must have been some tiny people, because these stairs are no more then 5 inches wide. not build for a man with a size 14 shoe. But we make it down successfully and congratulate each other on a climb well done. Well worth the risk. If you ever go to Machu Picchu, make a point to climb Waynapichu. As much as i may have discouraged you, trust me it is worth it. I wish i took more pictures from up there.

As the day comes to a close, we decide to wander around the ruins and visit sections we didn’t get to see on the tour. We probably had about an hour and a half to kill before we had to catch our bus back down to Aguas Calinentas. I honestly don’t remember much after the climb. All I could think about was how the trip was coming to an end while trying to take advantage of every last second. While doing that I must have clogged my brain because the last hour on Machu Picchu was mostly a blur. I do remember Greg, Hutto, and myself making it to the top of the west end where we had incredible views of the ruins. This was the section that had the "post card" views. Again, pictures and post cards do not give Machu Picchu justice. We run into Justin and Steve coming back from their short trek to the Inca Bridge. We were glad to see them and to be able to share the last few minutes together. We had a lot of fun goofing off, taking pictures, enjoying each others company. Spirits were high as we knew the journey was coming to an end, and what a perfect setting we had to finish it off with.



Next stop: Aguas Calinentas to catch our train back to Cusco.....the adventure continues

Oh Yea, Your Going to Die - Day 4

The days seem to come earlier and earlier as sleep becomes harder to come by. I woke up about 45 times last night packing in about 1.5 hours of solid shut eye. The stray dogs around the camp are nervous little bastards. The slightest noise sets them off. And when one starts barking, the entire stray dog civilization starts barking. This goes on until about 4am when the god damn rooster starts crowing about 1 foot from our tent. No lie, he is posted up 1 foot from our tent. I can see his silhouette, mocking me. My tent mate Jason is “PETA Certified” to humanly kill a chicken 2 different ways. I contemplated waking him up to kill it in a non “PETA certified” way. I wanted blood. Soon the chiefs assistant comes to the tent with his morning offerings of coca tea and we begin packing our shit for our final day of trekking.

Spirits at the breakfast table seem to be a little low. Hubert’s mood buster last night still lingers around and it is apparent no one is looking forward to today’s hike. I recall a conversation I had with Hubert a few days back that lightens my mood slightly. At the summit of Salkantay I ask him what day of the trek is his favorite, offering the best views, and with out hesitation he says “day 4.” Im set back for a second. How can anyone say something like that while standing at the summit of the Salkantay Pass. I am eager to find out. We quickly eat breakfast, slam down a cup of coca tea, and trek out leaving the town of La Playa behind us.

Not 20 minutes into the trek, we come to a part where we must cross a river. Last nights rain is causing us problems already. The river is flowing a little faster and fuller then normal, dumping itself over a 50 foot fall just to our left. The odds of us making it across to the other side dry are near impossible, unless we take a certain pass. And that pass happens to be along a group of rocks at the VERY EDGE of the waterfall. So not only are we walking inches from a 50 foot drop, we are doing so over lose, slippery 20-30 pound rocks. Death seems certain for one of us. Or at least a broken back. Of course, we could always just wade a few inches in the water and deal with the wet shoes and socks for the rest of the trek, but we all decide to dance with the devil and take the risky route. Its more fun, and it makes for good action shots. Because I hung back to take pictures, I am the last to cross. If someone falls to their death, I want to make sure I get it on camera. As im crossing and the others are waiting on the other side, I have a flash back to my childhood when I flirted with death. In the neighborhood I grew up in we had a duck pond not far from my house. Every 5 years or so it would freeze over and being the young dumb asses we were, we would walk out in the middle and slide around. My friend Jimmy and I were out there in the middle near a little island (maybe 20-30 feet from the shore) when hear the ice start to crack. Not a good sound. One ass hole (who will remain nameless because we are no longer friends with him) decided it would be funny to throw rocks toward us in an attempt to crack the ice and send us into the frigid water. He wasn’t trying to kill us or anything, he just thought it was funny. We did not find humor in it and thus proceeded to beat him up when we got off the ice. As im making my way over the rocks, I started thinking to myself “wouldn’t that be a bitch if they all started throwing rocks at me as I try and cross this rover of death.” I now associate myself with better friends, so I don’t see that happening.

After a short hike up a hill we reach a fork in the trail. Hubert informs us that this is where the trail gets hard. “The next 2.5 hours is up hill, stay on the trail and don’t stray off even a few feet because snakes like to hang out in the long grass.” Its starting to get warm so we shed some layers. At this point we are actually walking on part of the original Inca Trail. The trail its self is about 10 feet wide, with the classic Inca style boulders build up on either side. It’s hard to imagine people using this trail hundreds of years ago.

The next few hours are grueling as we ascend up at a steady pace. No flat parts here, just straight up. But the views get better and better the higher we get. Again we are walking along the mountains edge, so we have wonderful views at all times. We eventually make our way from the bottom of the river valley, up to cloud level, and soon above cloud level. Before long we reach the summit for the day. It was like a jungle up there. Everything is dripping wet, the trail is mud, and the vegetation is as thick as we have seen it. I figured we would see a lot of wild life – birds, maybe some squirrel like creatures, the Spectacle Bear....we see nothing but a bull. A freaking full grown Bull. If someone would have asked me “did you see any Bull’s on the trail?” I would have thought they were a complete idiot and slapped them. But there it was, about 30 yards away eyeing us down. What the hell do you do here? There is a 2,000 lb bull on the trail. This thing is barely big enough to even fit on the trail, how are we supposed to get around it? Some random guy (kind of weird, this guy was just hanging out up there) picked up a big stick and took off after it. I didn’t think this was going to do anything but get someone killed, but sure enough he scared it off. The Bull had to do an Austin Powers style 8 point turn to turn its self around before it could run off in the other direction, but it finally did. And we carried on. now I am worried that this Bull is waiting in the bushes for us to pass so it can bull rush us (no pun intended). You know the part in Jurassic Park when the gang is walking through the jungle when all of a sudden a Velociraptor peers through the bushes and pounces on someone’s head? I was waiting to see bull horns come charging through the brush. But we escaped death once again.

We reach an open spot on the side of the hill and we come across some ancient ruins believed to be built by the Inca’s. There is not much information about this particular site, but they know it is an Inca site by the way the windows were built in the classic Inca 

style. Only a small section of this village has been reconstructed. 

Hubert takes us through the part that is still in shambles. Its amazing and eerie at the same time to walk through an ancientvillage that has not been touched since the day it was abandoned some 500-600 years ago. Most of the walls had begun to crumble, trees and brush covering most of what is left. The small section that has been

 reconstructed in the clearing consists of 3 small rooms. The middle

 room contains a door with a water channel leading out to the edge of the mountain. From the clearing, we have our first views of Macchu Picchu. We only get a few glimpses as the cloud cover is still looming, but when the clouds lift for

 that brief second, it is a magical view.

The trek down is painful. A steep decline back down to the river valley. I can feel the cartilage in my knees ripping apart with every step I take. The value of my trekking poles increased dramatically here. Despite the pain, the spirits seem to be higher then ever on the way down. Maybe its because we know we are nearing the end of the trek and we can finally take showers and sleep in a bed, or maybe something at that Inca village gave us a boost, a sneak peak at what our day will be like tomorrow at Macchu Picchu.

We finally reach the bottom. The sun is out and it is hot. We cross over to the other side of the valley via a suspension bridge that is about 75 yards long and about 50 feet in the air. On the other side we hike our way down to the river banks and take a break. We spread out across a few large boulders, dangle or feet in the glacier river, and soak up some sun rays…..the best way to relax. This is near the end of our Salkantay journey, only about a 20 minute walk to the town of Hydro Electrica, a small town build around the dam that supplies all the electricity for Cusco. Not much of a town really, just a few market stands and eating places for the trekkers to sit and have their chiefs prepare their last meal. After lunch (late lunch – 2:30pm) we take a short train ride to the town of Aguas Calinentas.

Back in civilization for the first time in 4 days. Here we get to do the normal things in life; use the internet, check in with loves ones, use a real bathroom, have a chicken try and steal your last cookie from your bag at an internet café…..sleep in a BED with a real pillow under our heads! We check in to our hostel (which is more like a hotel), take a shower, and head to dinner at a local restaurant. Here we enjoy each others company, indulge in a few beers, and recap stories from the last few days. I cant wait to lay my head down and sleep for once. Tomorrow: Macchu Picchu.

Welcome to the Jungle - Day 3

Day 3 starts early again. I didn't sleep well at all. Not sure why, you would think after hiking 12 miles over 11 hours and 4,000 feet of elevation change i would have slept like a baby on Nyquil. Maybe it was stuffsack makeshift pillow I was using, of the freaking rooster that decided to start crowing at 3am. Either way, I was going on about 2 hours of sleep. Coca tea to the rescue. We trek out around 7:30 and head for the heart of the valley where 2 rivers join and will eventually make their way to the amazon. I believe the name of the river is the Santa Teresa....but I could be mistaken. We follow this river all day eventually leading us to a little town called La Playa.

I have to admit, I was a little bumbed when I fund out we would be hiking in jungle like conditions. Jungle = hot, humid, muddy, lots of vegetation, and at the time that just didn't appeal to me. I wanted to be back out in the open surrounded by snow capped mountains that seemed to reach the heavens. But as we made our way, I began to really enjoy it. We trek for about an hour toward the bottom of the valley to some local hot springs. We take advantage and soak our body's for the first time in 3 days. Maybe not the cleanest water, but it felt so damn good. The hot springs are actually little man made stone pools, but they are fed by hot spring water pumped from the ground about 30 yards away. The pools were build on a ledge right where the 2 rivers join.

As we continue on, everything gets noticeably greener. The vegetation becomes very thick and lush, and the flowers become larger and more colorful. We saw many different kinds of orchids, Hubert pointing them out to us nearly ever time we came across one. Some small, some large, one named the "dancing lady" because it looked like....well, a dancing lady, and another that made you hallucinate if you ate it. As tempting as it was, we didn't try it. Something about hiking on a mountain ridge while tripping nuts didn't appeal to anyone. And when I say we were walking along a mountain ridge, I mean we were really on a ridge. At times the trail may have only been 2 feet wide. One wrong step and you fall thousands of feet. What makes it really unsettling is the number of avalanches you can see on the side of the mountains due to erosion. We were about half way through the days hike when we come up on a waterfall. We have to almost go under the waterfall to get around it and continue on. After we cross it, Hubert says " there must have been an avalanche here last week because the trail was gone." Oh, well that's good to know! None the less, being on the mountain ridge made for breath taking views.

We reach the town of La Playa around 3:30. Today is our shortest hike of the trip. This town reminds me of something you would see in National Geographic. The houses (or huts) are very small, and most seem to have no electricity. The population here is probably around 200, and their largest source of income is no doubt the trekkers who come through there. We reach our camp site and it is in the middle of what i would call the "town market." Our tents are set up between the bathroom with a "warm shower" and a store that sells backpacking supplies and beer. We take advantage of the beer situation. I get into an intense game of chess with Hubert after dinner. I haven't played chess in probably 15 years when I would often play with my grandfather when he was in town. I felt like I was really good at the time, but I now realize that he would just let me win because in no way would I be able to out smart my grandfather at this game. But I was able to out smart Hubert. Actually, he just made a dumb move and I pounced on it. We continue to take advantage of the cheap beer well into the night (like 9:30). Every one is in an excellent mood, exchanging stories, sharing interests and local hobbies when Hubert drops the bomb on us. "Guys, tomorrows hike may be just as hard as yesterdays. We climb for 4 hours straight." The mood turns somber and we immediately regret the last 4 big beers we split. We decide to pack it in and prepare for tomorrow.

Salkantay Pass - Day 2 Part 2

We sat for a long time at the summit, enjoying the sights, congratulating each other, chit-chatting on what was waiting for us on the northwest side of Salkantay. It was hard to leave the perch i found myself sitting in. How can you just get up and turn your back on the most beautiful setting you have ever laid your eyes on knowing you will never be back to see it again? Well the time has come. "Ok guys, lets go, lets go" says Hubert, his patented "get off your lazy asses and lets go" quote. "No more chilling" he adds, trying to pick up the gringo slang. We slowly gather our packs and equipment and gather at the back end of the summit. As we begin the trek down the other side of the mountain we see that the clouds are rolling in. The first day and first half of the second day of our trek were spent on the west side of the Ande's, or the ocean side as the locals refer to it. The air here is constantly moving so cloud cover is usually non existent and it is often fairly dry when it is not the rainy season. The other side of the pass is another story. We are entering the sub tropic region of the Peruvian mountains. The environment is almost that of a rain forest. Clouds get stuck on the eastern side of the Andes as they can not pass over the high point of the mountains, thus creating the subtropic like atmosphere.

We start the decent high in the clouds. Visibility is only a few hundred yards at times, but the sights are still amazing. Our decent is slow and gradual, a complete opposite of what we just went through. One one side of the pass we climb just under 4,000 feet in a little over an hour. Our way down seems almost flat as we will descend 2,000 feet over the next 6 hours. We make our way down via a valley pass where glacier melt collects from hundreds off different runoffs on both sides of the valley. Waterfalls are everywhere, all rushing to the center of the valley where the glacier river races down the mountain, getting bigger and faster the further we descend. The cold air we experienced at the summit quickly turns into a humid heat. The further we get down the valley, the wetter the conditions get. Its not raining, and it probably has not rained all day, but you would have thought it had poured.

After about an hour and a half of descent we reach a flat part of the valley. I know we ha vent reached the bottom because there is NO way we just descended 7,000 feet. The river that was once rushing through the valley has now slowed down to an "upper Chattahoochee" roll, spreading its self out across the valley, creating a number of different streams cutting through the valley field. It reminds me of a scene from Alaska (that i have seen on TV) where a river has hundreds of "threads" cutting through a large field. Geography class taught me that once a river reaches its flat point it tends to spread and die out, soaking into the soil. (its amazing all the stuff i remember from Geography and Geology class, but how little i remember from my finance classes). We hike about another 30 minutes and we reach another descent. A drop off really. The river quickly rejoins and creates another powerful flow cutting a deep trench in the valley. Before we descend, we break to have lunch (FINALLY!!)

After lunch we begin the trek down. Another 3 hours and we will be at camp 2. Our descent from here is quite different. We are surrounded by lush vegetation and the sounds of animals (we haven't heard an animal the entire trip other then the horses and stray dogs). It is almost like we are in a rain forest. Come to think of it, we kind of are. Everything is wet. The trail has changed from dirt and lose rock to mud. Bugs are everywhere. God damn, the bugs are everywhere. And they are big and bad. Its almost like Atlanta in the dead of summer, but the bugs are three times the size and much more fierce. A mosquito bit in Atlanta is really no big deal. Here they welt up the size of a half dollar and itch like a sun of a bitch. Oh yea, and they can give you yellow fever. But the sights and sounds are amazing non the less.

We finally reach camp at the base of the mountain. Our camp is set up in a valley of three large mountains just north of three rivers joining to flow together toward the mighty Amazon. Tonight's camp is in a villagers yard....Is that what you call it? His land I guess is a better word. Its hard to imagine someone living so far from civilization, so far from a town that sold the bare necessities. But here we are. Hell, this dude even had working plumbing, although we think it works on strictly gravity and empties its self in the river below. where the hell else is it going to flow to? Tisk Tisk. We enjoy a great dinner prepared by our chef and indulge in some warm cervezas sold to us by the local land lord. After dinner he even builds us a little camp fire and for a moment we all almost felt like we were at home. Many stories were told around this small twig fire. Some funny, some embarrassing, most completely inappropriate, but all worth sharing. There is nothing like enjoying a few beers around a camp fire. It sets you in the euphoric state of mind where you have no care in the world. Beer, fire, friends. One of the best trifectas ever created.

Salkantay Pass - Day 2

Day 2 starts at the ass crack of dawn. Actually you cant even see dawns crack yet, but it will be showing soon. Its early, 5am. We are woken up by the assistant chef's offering of hot coca tea or coffee. I don't get that kind of service at the apartment i pay way to much for. Or frankly at any place i have ever STAYED before. Only under Gods roof surrounded by picturesque scenery could you receive this kind of service. After a mug of coca tea (coca as in the leaf of drug in which the Motley Crue song "kick start my heart" was written about) we are all quick to our feet, packed up and ready to eat a hefty breakfast. The usual, pan, Jam, Granola, fruit, eggs, and another mug of coca tea so fight that "I'm so full i want to go back to sleep" feeling.

Today's destination: a 5 mile trek to the summit of the Salkantay Pass and another 7 miles down through the sub-tropic region of the Ande's. First up, about a 3 hour moderately level (some hard elevation changes) trek toward Salkantay. Salkantay is not your ordinary snow capped mountain. This bitch is HUGE! Topping out at a staggering 6,271 meters (20,574 feet), it is only the 12th highest peak in Peru. Salkantay is one of the more historically significant mountains of the Peruvian Ande's. Many believe the Incas associated the mountain's alignment with Machu Picchu's sundial directly with the regions climate. They looked at Salkantay as a deity, controlling the rainy season in the Sacred Valley and Cusco.

We are approaching the mountain from the southwest side where its glaciers runoff cuts right through the middle. It was cloudy most of the morning, so our view of the mountain wasnt so great, but as we got closer the sun began to burn off the clouds. We were coming right up on the beast. As we got closer, we realized just how hard the hike was about to get. We were currently around 12,500 feet above sea level. Or summit point for the day was 16,000 feet. I ask Hubert how long it would be before the summit..... "hehe about 1.5 hours until summit" he mutters. Doesnt sound too bad. Until i do the math. Thats about 39 vertical feet per minute. Doesn't sound like a lot, but when you are that high above sea level, climbing 5 feet in a minute will get you winded. We had an extra horse with us that day in case someone could not make it.

We begin the trek up. Cut back after cut back, it is the most exhausting hike i have ever done, hands down. Its hard to look up and enjoy the scenery for fear you may trip over a rock, tumble all the way down and have to start all over again. We moved at our own pace, no rush to the top. I would stop and rest about every 10 minutes and just soak it all in. Its almost funny to watch the others as the seem to struggle up the mountain, hunched over their trekking poles, one foot after another very slowly, breathing very hard. This picture above is a bad example, but really no picture would capture the real struggles. It doesn't look like it, but thats about at a 45-50 degree angle. The horses had a hard time. But once you make it to the top, it is all worth it. The views are amazing. Something so surreal I literally had to keep reminding myself where I actually was. For an hour we sat at the summit and soaked it all in. I didn't speak much up there, just sat there and kept thinking "this my very well be the most beautiful place i will ever be"

Salkantay Trek - Day 1

The day we have been waiting for has finally arrived. At 4am i am usually deep into my REM cycle, but not today. I cant sleep. Knowing i have to be up in 30 minutes only makes me more anxious. Our trekking guide is scheduled to pick us up outside out hotel at 5:30am where we will saddle up for a long 3 hour van ride to the trail head high above Cusco. We all do one final check of our gear, make sure we have brought everything we need while trying to maintain light packs. I have a duffel bag provided by Chaska Tours that holds my sleeping bag, extra cloths, and a spare pare of boots that the Mules will carry for us. In my day pack i have the essentials. Toilet paper, camera, batteries, head lamp, coca leaves, Rain jacket and rain pants, North Face fleece, and extra tshirts and socks packed into a stuff sack that will double as my pillow for the next 5 days. I throw the pack on and am excited at how light it is, but also curious. I must have forgot something. This doesn't feel right. Of course its not. I forgot to fill my camel pack with water. Tack on another 5lbs.

The van finally arrives and we load up. Here I meet our Trekking guide and other travel companions for the first time. The other guys had met them 2 days before at the trek briefing. Our guide is a Peruvian native named Hubert (pronounced You-bear). An Englishmen named Nick and an Aussie named Beck were traveling together and had been all around the world the past 10 months. Both were in their mid 30s. Steve is a Kiwi who has been traveling South America for about a month (may have been 2 months). He looks to be not a day older then 18, and i consider him to be a funny man when he tells me he is 32. He was telling the truth. I am glad there fellow trekkers joining us on the great adventure as I am always interested in learning about other cultures and meeting new people. Yet at the same time, I almost feel bad for them. They have no idea what they are about to get themselves into traveling with 5 young American males. Here is where I offer my official apology to America. I am sure we managed to repeatedly pour salt on the bleeding wound that is the worlds view on Americans. Countless stories were told on the trail that visibly disturbed our foreign travel companions.

After a 3 hour nauseating van ride up and over the pacific side of the Ande's, we finally arrive at the trail head. Here we meet up with our 3 Horsemen and 4 horses that will be joining us on the trail. Oh yea, and our personal Chef and his assistant who will cook us 3 full course meals a day. Luxury hiking at its best.

While the horsemen are loading up the horses, our chef prepares a quick breakfast for us. Bread, Jelly (or Jam), granola, yogurt, and tea. We are all beginning to feel very good about the trek and as we are gearing up to head out we see a group of people come struggling up the mountain to our site. Struggling is a bit of an understatement. These people are roughing it. They looked like utter hell, trying their hardest to catch a deep breath, sprawling out on the ground cursing to themselves. I think i heard one of them say he wanted to kill himself. Not the best sight for us to see as we head out.

The trail starts out easy, giving us a chance to soak in the sights. The pictures just flat out do not capture the full beauty of the Ande's Mountains. We are currently around 10,000 feet above sea level, giving us panoramic views. The mountains around us are so big that they looks to be a stones throws away, but many of them are miles in the distance. We get about 30 minutes of light trekking before Hubert diverts us on a "short cut" in which we climb 600 feet nearly straight up. He gave us a taste of what we are in for. If you have never been on a high altitude hike before, its hard to imagine how quickly you lose your breath. I tell myself I better get used to this, and fast.

We trek a total of 6.2 miles on day 1 ending in a vast green valley surrounded by snow capped mountains. Our tents are already set up for the night, thanks for the horsemen, and dinner is being prepared by the Chef. We have about an hour left of daylight so we all sit around in the grass and soak it all in. Absolutely the most beautiful place I have ever camped in. Actually, its probably the most beautiful setting I have ever set foot in. As the sun goes down, the temperature drops dramatically. You can feel the cold air filling the valley off the Salkantay Glacier. How can it get any better then this? After dinner, a fight with a stray cat, and a few humiliating stories of our college days, we all sac in for the night. Its cold, around 25 degrees. And windy. At times i would say we had gusts of 50 mph. And 50mph wing off a glacier is COLD! I thought the tent would blow away at some point in the night. Thanks Mountain Hardwear, for making a great high altitude tent. Tomorrow starts the longest day of the trek, a 12.3 mile journey up and over the Salkantay Pass. I better sleep well tonight.

Cusco - A world away from home

I haven been in Cusco for over 4 hours now, just recently met up with my crew and my body was telling me i needed sleep. Bad. But how could i sleep at a time like this. International travel can take a toll on your body, but being 3,000 miles away from the work cube sparks something within you to keep going. Im only here for a week, and only in the city for 2 days, so I gotta soak it all in at all costs. My friends had South American remedies to keep me going, thank you south american cartel. We hit the streets and headed to the markets. Lack of sleep and the worry of altitude sickness had me a little delirious and oblivious to what we were really doing, but i followed quietly. We didn't walk more then 2 blocks before we reached the main square, "Plaza De Armos." And what a beautiful site it was.

As we wondered down alley ways avoiding mini speeding taxi cars, models of which I have never seen before, we came upon Plaza De Armos. It was like the oasis of Cusco. A 19th century chapel to our right, the town capital straight ahead, and Charleston style shops and bars to the left and behind us, with a vast green square resting in the middle of it all. Probably the only green space in the town. Grass as green as August National, lush tress, and park benches spread through out. I almost felt at home. Until we saw the stray dogs humping near the over flowing trash can. Ah Peru.

We were in luck that day. They were having some sort of parade amongst the city capital steps. We never did figure out what the occasion was. Maybe it was a Sunday ritual. What ever it was, it was quite beautiful. Towns men and women gathered and watched with smiles on their faces, without a care in the world. It was quite a different site from the streets of Atlanta where all too often you see anger and aggression. I knew at this moment it was going to be a good trip.

We continued on to the local market where Peruvians were selling their goods. Anything from hand woven hats, gloves, pouches, and bracelets, to cheap tshirts, fresh fruit, freshly sliced meat, and coca leaves. Well, the meat may not have been so fresh, but it was cut and out in the open. God knows what kind of meat it was. With all the stray dogs running around, one can only imagine......

Walking around this city really opened up my eyes to other cultures. Coming form the west, its hard to imagine living life the way the Peruvians do. But they dont know anything different. They are working just as hard, if not harder, then many Americans to make a living, though their techniques are completely different then ours. We tend to feed off others, and get rich off the weak. They depend on tourists, and thrive by living off the generosity of foreigners. They live very simple lives. Albeit hard working and aggressively trying to sell their goods, they seem to be at peace with them selves. Never showing displeasure when you turn down their sales pitch. Its a comforting feeling in this foreign world i find myself in....

Into thin Air - Cusco, Peru

After a long restless night in the Lima Airport, i finally catch a flight to Cusco at 5:30am, putting me in the lost city around 7:ooam. The airport is so small, it doesn't take me more then 20 minutes to get off the plane, fetch my luggage, pass security (or lack there of), change clothes, and walk out the front door. Getting a cab was no issue as i had at least 10 Peruvians immediately in my face asking if i needed a ride. I took the lowest bidder at 20 Soles. a 30 minute cab ride that cost roughly $7 USD. Unheard of, i think to myself. I find out later that i over paid by about 10 Soles. Still worth it in my eyes.

The cab ride came as a bit of a shock to me. I had been so anxious about the tip for the past few weeks i spent little time researching the city of Cusco. Growing up in Atlanta i am used to urban settings, modern buildings, organized traffic.... Cusco was the 100% opposite. The city its self was mush of what i expected. Old buildings, many made out of mud. But what i didn't expect was to see hundreds of people wondering the streets, already going about the days business. I had to remind myself that it was only 7:30am. I am normally hitting the snooze button for the 2nd time by now. Most people in Atlanta are sitting in traffic fighting their inner road rage, or frantically trying to get a cup of coffee at an over priced coffee house. Not here. Peruvians cheerfully fill the streets selling the days freshest fruits, meats, nuts, hand woven alpaca sweaters or hats, all to make a few Soles a day. I immediately notice the differences in culture. Peru seems to have no greed, no jealousy, no anger.

I have instructed the cab driver to take me to "The Point Hostel." This is where i am to meet my traveling companions, Greg Hurme, Jason McGuire, Justin Bell, and Michael Hutto. The cab pulls down a dirt road alley and stops at a rickety old door on the side of a stucco building. I look frantically for a sign that indicated i have reached "The Point Hostel". Alast i find it, written small high above the rotted door. I grab my luggage and try to enter, but to my surprise the door is locked. I figure its just locked because it is so early, but i later come to find out that it is always locked and it is the only place we encounter that actually locks their doors at all times.

Being that is it around 8am, i figure my friends are still sleeping in their assigned hostel beds, sleeping off the nights intoxication. I inform the front desk that i have arrived and that my friends are expecting me. Not to my surprise, I encounter some language barriers. Hutto had a bed reserved, but none of my other 4 companions had a bed. This bothers me, and i try to convince the young Peruvian that he was wrong and had made a mistake. "Of course they are here, you must have just forgot to write them in last night." He promptly disagrees. After speaking my best spanglish to the young man, I convince him to give me a flash light and let me search the place for my friends. "The Point" is considered the party hostel of Cusco and i can tell by the main lobby. Reminds me of the KA house early on a Friday morning. Random people passed out on the dirty couches, beer bottles and cigarette butts everywhere. Young girls walking around in their underwear trying to piece the night together..... And to top it all off there is someone sleeping under the ping pong table using a roll of toilet paper as a pillow. And here i am entering each "dorm" room shining a flash light at all the bunk beds looking for my friends, pissing may people off along the way. My search ends with no luck. Where the shit are my friends??? This troubles me. Did they give me the wrong hostel to meet them at? How the fuck am i supposed to figure out where they are? This gets my mind racing. We are supposed to trek out in less then 24 hours. If i cant find them, how am i supposed to know where to meet our guide to hit the trail head? If i cant find them, then my travels have been a complete wast. Do i expect to stay in this town for 8 days by myself? My first impressions tell me it will be a long ass week if that is the case.

I take a few deep breaths and think for a few minutes about my next move. I decide to wait around for a bit and see if they show up. Maybe they just went out and got hammered and are staying in some unassigned beds. After all this is where they said to meet them. They wouldn't dog me out like that.

I grab a cup of coffee from the "breakfast" area and sit down on a couch that is unoccupied. And I wait. And wait. And wait. As i am naturally impatient, after about 30 minutes of waiting i begin to get anxious. And think. Maybe Hutto was here but the others were not. After all, Hutto DID have a bed reserved. Did the others back out of the trip without telling me? Did their flight get delayed? Miss a connecting flight? Get arrested last night?? I wonder around the hostel looking for clues like McGuiver. But making a blow torch out of a single match and a magnifying glass wont help me unless i use it to burn the bitch down and hope to spot the 4 ass clowns as the run from the burning hut. As the hours pass, people begin to wake up and wonder around in a drunken stupor. Most of the people appear to be younger. Reminds me of college. Except they all have foreign accents. Around 9:30am i find a room with a computer and working Internet. Sort of odd to see a computer set up in a dump like "The Point" but i take it as a sign from god. A way to escape the 3rd world living quarters i found myself in. And a sign from god it was. The first email i read was from Greg sent 3 minutes ago. "Read Me" the subject line reads. Turns out the 4 of them decided to stay in bit of a nicer place and booked a room at a hotel about 2 blocks away. This excites me. I immediately grab my junk, head to the front desk and ask for directions.

As i am walking the 2 blocks to the hotel, i begin to notice how thin the air is at 8,000 feet. Carrying a 20lb bag in one hand and a 15 lb pack on your back isn't so pain staking in the states, but in the Ande's Mountains, its a different story. That high up your blood thickens, making your heart work a little harder to get blood to the working muscles. This makes you breath harder. But when your breathing in air that contains less oxygen, your almost fighting a losing battle. My trekking guide told me i would need 48 hours to acclimate to the altitude, but i only had 20 hours. I better acclimate fast!

Alast I arrive at the hotel and find Justin in the lobby. 10:10am i finally meet up with my group. Going on nearly 3 hours of sleep the last 26 hours, a bed looks mighty comfortable. But how can i lay down at a time like this? I have arrived. In Peru. I must explore the city.

Peru - The Great Adventure

It all started at Lucky Day in Piedmont Park when i ran into Hutto and he told me about his 4 month adventure to the southern hemisphere. That got my mind racing. I wish to this day I spent time traveling after graduation. What better time to do so? I was immediately jealous and envious of his plans. For a moment I almost wished I had been jobless and was able to travel the world. Be a roamer and live a nomad's life, traveling and meeting people from all likes of the world. A few weeks went by and I pondered what it would be like to wonder the earth with no plan, no agenda, no schedule, no deadlines. I believe it was a Monday night, coming home late from work, hungry and no food in the fridge I decided to head to McDonald's. A rare occasion since college, I ordered up a double cheese and fries. Then my phone rang. Greg Hurme on the other end of the line asking if I wanted to take Great Adventure to the southern hemisphere to spend some time with our wondering friend. My next words were of no surprise. "Hell Yes! When and where are we going?"

I spent the next month trying to convince myself that this trip was not necessary, given the fact that every human in the USA was scared the economy was crumbling beneath them and every ones savings was going to fall into a firey abyss. But that little red devil sitting on my right shoulder was easing my conscience. "Once in a life time trip", "When are you going to get the chance to go to Peru again", "Your young and only live once", "Just spend this coming summer taking it easy and saving money"...... Really? Spend the summer taking it easy? I haven't taken a summer easy in the past 12 years, what makes me think i am going to take this one easy. But none the less, i listened to the little bastard and committed to the trip. As he said, you only live once, right? What better time to get out and explore this great green earth then now.

After a month of planning, fighting with bosses to get 2 weeks off work, and dealing with Spanish speaking Peruvian trekking guides, i finally got the trip planned out. Vacation starts Friday, April 24th where i head to Charlotte, NC for the Dave Matthews concert with my loving sister. Waking up the next day at 7am after a blistering show makes for a not so fun 3.5 hour car ride home. Throw a 6 hour 5pm flight to Peru and a 7 hour layover in the Peru airport and it makes for a long ass 24 hours.....