Treken'

Trip Start Sep 22, 2006
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Thursday, October 5, 2006

The crew
Hugo- The very relaxed tour guide (so relaxed that he left us alone in the jungle, but don't worry he drew arrows in the dirt)
Carlos- The extremly talkative and crazily ambitious Kiwi
Steve- The dark horse.
and ofcourse Bils and I.

Day one we set off through the sacred valley and high into the mountains (4300m above sea). We then rode down hill and arrived in a small village named Santa Maria. Day two we set off on foot at 6am up steep mountains, through jungles and along rivers. In total we walked for about 9 hours. We arrived at the hot spings of Santa Theresa and spent the night in this sweet village. Day three was only 5 hours treking and day four we woke up at 430am and walked up 100s of stairs for an hour and a half to arrive at the lost city of Macchu Picchu.

Best and worst
Driving up to 4300m way above the clouds, in a speeding bus full of locals. Over waterfalls and around tight bends. On a skinny road, that the bus only just squeezed onto. Then watching as the locals all got out for a toilet break in the middle of the road.

Sleeping through a massive storm in Santa Maria, where I had washed all my clothes and hung them out to dry. Luckily Carl used his noggan and brought the clothes in while we were sleeping.

Walking along the tightest roads on the edges of the highest mountains. Losing my footing around a corner. The look on Bils face said it all. She thought she was going to be travelling solo.

Meeting a kid in the middle of the jungle. Only to find he could not speak. It was like a real life jungle boy.

Arriving at the hot springs after 9 hours of hiking. It was the most amazing place. Two massive pools set in the mountains with the water flowing into them from the hot spings. We played with the little local kids. They discovered how ticklish I was and how hillarious my laugh was. So they tickled me for hours. 'cosqueo, cosqueo' We then got a lift back to the village in the back of the truck with my tickle buddies!


Having to cross the massively wide river in a tiny little cable car. I was pooping myself. Poor Carl had to go with me and I held on so tightly I think I bruised the poor kiwi. I also caused him to lose 80% of his hearing.

Walking for two and a half hours along a train track. Our guide told us that no trains run on this track anymore. Ofcourse we forgot about his sarcastic nature and walked along the track believing him. After we had walked down the track for a while Bils and I turned to each other and said 'That sounds like a train' Of course it was a train!

After going to the not so nice hot springs in Agues Caliente. I decided I had a wicked craving for a milkshake. So I scoffed down my delicious shake that I paid through the nose for (15 soles). Unfortunatley I got to experience it over and over again, as I spent the night hugging the disgusting toilet bowl.

Arriving at Macchu Picchu, SUCCESS!
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