Well... after an interesting 17 hour bus journey from Ica we finally made it in Cusco 2 hours late. We were then greated by a taxi with no electrics, the only way to start it was point it down a hill and hope the engine kicks in. The actual city itself is something like 3000 meters up, it takes a few days to get used to it. The first day I was panting from just walking the stairs.´The city hasnt too much to offer, its mostly used as a transit point for the numerous trails and stuff.
We´re staying at the Point which is actually better than the one in Lima, its only like 10 soles (1.50) for a litre and a half of beer, quality!!
Anway, on the third day we started the 4 day Inca trek up to Macchu Pichu, bascially this big ass Inca ruin which they built about 3,500 up on the edge of a cliff. I wished they´d built it on a beach or somewhere flat.
The first day wasn´t too bad, nice weather, gradual ascent. The campsite wasn´t too bad, basically a garden in one of the villages on the trail. However the toilet... I ain´t gona go there, all I can say is thank god for Imodium. Just before we all went to bed the guide decided to warn us about bears, pumas and big feck off spiders, sweet dreams.
I woke up the next morning remembering that I hate camping. I really dont see the fun in it. Why people enjoy sleeping in tents I´l never know.
The second day was the worst though, a straight 5 hour ascent to 4,125 metres, abuot 12,000 feet, i.e. the height sky divers jump from. I got some wicked views there though, you could see right down the valley when the clouds shifted. By the time we reached the top however it started to get a little damp which made the 2 hour descent a little tricky as the rocks got slippy. Ended up at the second campsite at about 1pm, only there was absolutly nothing to do there, and I mean nothing. Again rediscovered that camping sucks.
The third day wasn´t too bad, except for the heavy rain which never stopped, I wish I´d brought a better poncho. It was all down hill which made it pretty good, pity you couldnt see much due to the rain. Also Chris discovered the meaning of ´false economy´when his 7 quid ruck sack failed making all his clothes soaking wet, passport sodden and his ticket in pieces. It was hard not to laugh. When we reached the campsite we again had 5 hours to kill only there was beer and cards, i.e. poker with match sticks and crachers.
The fourth and finally day was by far the best. After 2 hours we reached Macchu Pichu, pity about the clouds but they gradually cleared.
The group we were in was 7 strong, not including the guide, there was the four of us, a German called Roland and Kiwi called George.
The guide took us round the ruins, was quite strange that no one actually knows what it really is, its all theories from Aliens to a Royal Retreat. Me and Previn discovered some holes which we felt had to be used from something.
We think we came pretty close here.
I managed to get some pretty good shoots of the ruins, heres just one but I´m going to add the rest on facebook.
After a couple of hours however Claire decided she wanted to do a nuddy shot with the ruins. Decided best to leave them to it, turned up 10 minutes later to find 2 very concerned secruity guards, one girl trying to dress herself and the other one promptly saying, ´crap they´ve called the cops´. Was one of the funniest things I´ve ever seen, we promptly had to make a quick dash off the ruins and hide our camera and memory cards. Absolute quality!!
We´re due to fly off to Iquitos in the Amazon tomorrow, but got a big night out tonight for my birthday bash. Anyway, addios all.