...or the most incredible place on earth..?
15.6.09 - 18.6.09
At 3:50 this morning I was woken up by one of the porters, it was the 4th and final day of our Inca Trail hike. We huddled in the dark, tense with excitement waiting for the rangers to open the gates to the Machu Picchu National Park. The sun slowly soaked the sky and one by one the peaks of the mountains appeared in the gloom. At 5:30 the gates opened and we started the final leg of our journey. Everything ached. It didn´t matter, even the last 50 huge steps up to the Sun Gate, the final hurdle and an absolute slog, couldn´t stop us. We reached the summit and drank in our first view of Machu Picchu. Another hour and we were standing amoung the ruins. We´d made it, we´d all made it, and it was very, very special.
It´s almost midnight now and I´m shattered and battered and I´ve probably smelled better but the trail was out of this world and I enjoyed every single minute, even when my lungs were bursting and my legs felt like lead and my stupid knee was grumbling and my toe nail was hanging off and it was hot and dusty or cold and windy or the steps were impossibly steep and went up for hours all I had to do was remember where I was and look up and everything melted away into spectacular fog of acomplishment, excitement and wonder.
The last few days have been epic, I´ve not had much chance to keep up to date with my travels as we´ve been on such a whirlwind tour, I´ll catch up one day but just for now, here´s a taster, a glimpse of the spectacular Machu Picchu.