The Sacred Valley

Today was the day, after we had made it back from the Inca Trail – so after a nice shower and a night of good sleep. All of us took it easy today and decided to just go for the organized tour through the Sacred Valley close to Cuzco.

Our first stop was at an Inca ruin in Ollantaytambo, followed by a visit of a Chicha brewery (Chicha is an alcoholic drink made from fermented corn – kind the local beer).

In the Chicha place we also had the chance to try playing Sapo, a local, traditional game played in bars. Goal is to throw a coin to a small table with holes, each hole represents points – the maximum number of points is given, when the coins lands in the mouth of a metal frog in the middle of this table. Of course we had to try this game.

After having had lunch, we left Pisac and stopped at a Llama/ Alpaca center. We have been shown the animals and the production process for llama and alpaca clothing. In the end we had the chance to buy some llama and alpaca goods at the highest prices I have seen in Peru (so a tourist trap – what else to expect).

On the way back to Cuzco we had another stop at the ruin site of Sacsaywaman.

The Inca Trail – Day 4

Today we had an early morning, waking up at 04:00 to be ready to start hiking at 05:00. Our target was to be at the sungate (Intipunku, 4km away) in time to view the sunrise over Machu Pichu.

The Inca Trail – Day 1

This day and the upcoming couple of days were my main motivation to actually come to Peru – hiking to Machu Pichu on the classic 44km Inca Trail – all the way from Km 82 of the Cuzco / Aguas Calientes train line, culminating at Machu Pichu.

We left Cuzco this morning; after about two hours of driving we arrived in Ollantaytambo – here we were quickly offered Inca Trail Essentials – anything from walking sticks, ponchos, coca leaves, water, sweets to bottle holders.

From here we took the dirt road to get to train kilometer 82 – the official start of the Inca Trail. It was here, that the hike then started – first parallel to the Urubamba river, then after about 5 km away and into the mountains.

So far the hike was pretty easy, nothing steep, nothing too high, just some (more or less) slight ups and downs. For me it was nevertheless a challenging day – my stomach was revolting (the big Inca taking revenge for whatever) – hiking 12 km might sound fair for a day – but it is hard if you constantly have to ensure your underwear remains in its current clean state… – after some Loperamid in the evening it went better..

We made it to the first campsite in the afternoon; everything was prepared and ready: tents set up, cooks working on dinner – even cold drinks were available. After dinner most of us retired into the tents for some good sleep before the next day and Dead Women’s Pass / Warmimanuska.

Cuzco

A short flight had brought us from Arequipa (via Juliaca) to Cuzco in the late morning. Today was a special day – England was playing (and loosing) against Portugal in the soccer world cup.

Of course the English part of the group wanted to see this game. Good news was that we arrived in Cuzco in time – bad news that there was a parade and we ended up in a traffic jam… The longer we waited, the more the English guys turned impatient, finally they asked the driver to get off the bus to go on by foot, making their way through the parade.

Once we made it to the hotel, we met again for an orientation walk of town – for obvious reasons the English and Australian part of the group did not join in (the game was still on).

In the afternoon Merete, Aisling and myself did a trip through town with the tourist bus – with the highlight being the viewpoint from top of town.

Colca Canyon

Our Colca Canyon trip started with a short delay; anyhow the bus soon started to climb up from Arequipa.

We had a first stop at the Area of Vicunas to watch vicunas, take pictures and engage into some souvenir shopping.

From here we continued – up, up and up – until we eventually reached the high pass between Arequipa and the canyon, at an altitude of 4900m.

Afterward it was downhill into Chivay. I felt really bad by now, the altitude really had hit me hard; I guess, we had simply climbed up to quickly (don’t forget, we had been at sea level a mere two days earlier); things though were improving the day after.