Today’s wake-up call was at 4am. I was up long before that, listening to the rain on the roof of the tent and hoping it would stop before we began our two-hour descent into Maccu Pichu itself.
Once the official wake-up call had us out of our sleeping bags (consisting of a torch light on the tent and a ‘Buenos Dias!’ by the porter), we packed quickly, ate breakfast (oh, I am sooo going to miss our chef) and walked 100m or so to the gate at the start of the final leg of the Inca trail. They don’t open the gates until 5.30am, and we were one of the first groups to line up – the line extending all the way up the campsite, hundreds of people all waiting to hike up to the sun gate for the first views of the ancient site.
We had our passports checked and as the groups raced ahead, I plodded along the rainforest track by torchlight, completely alone and thinking that the track and mist reminded me of a scene in Robin Hood, prince of thieves. Then I got totally freaked out when I realised Miguel was stealthily walking behind me without my realising. Holy Shit. I just hope I wasn’t talking to myself. The track was Peruvian flat, with a couple of stairs and rocks, but mostly gradual slopes which was nice considering we were walking in the dark. The rest of the queue soon caught up and I was hesitantly waiting to be pushed aside or stampeded, but most other trekkers seemed as tired and sore as I was, so hello’s and words of encouragement were all that were exchanged.
After arriving at the supposedly spectacular sun gate in good time, there was nothing to see but clouds and mist. I wasn’t that disappointed, it was still quite an adventure to trek in the dark, and we met up as a group for a quick rest before our final 40mins downhill to Maccu Pichu.
By that time, descending down to a more reasonable elevation, we could clearly see Machu Piccu for the first time and I couldn’t help but grin at the sheer magnificence of it all. It was so familiar and yet new, and after the obligatory photos at the classic spot, we met up with out fellow travellers that didn’t do the Inca trail (instead catching the train up) and stopped for another rest and snack before our official tour through the site.
It was fascinating, and beautiful, and huge. My knees were also killing and I had enough photos of the site to realise they were never going to look anything like the postcards. So after our extensive tour, when it was time to explore on our own, I opted for the toilet and a bus ride back to the local town of Agua Calientes with our guides and waited for everyone else to arrive. We had lunch, the first normal and not so amazing but pretty good meal in days, and did speeches and photos before walking with our bags (oh, I miss our porters too) to Maccu Pichu train station.
Everyone slept on the 1.5hr train ride back to Ollyantambo. Everyone except my group that is, who had had a few too many Pisco sours at lunch and were giggling like schoolgirls the whole way. We met our mini-bus at Ollyantambo and drove another 1hr and 45mins to our beautiful, beautiful hotel in Cusco. Dreams of winning the lottery have nothing on a hot shower and soap after 4-days of trekking.
That evening was spent enjoying delights of Cusco, with a lovely meal and some Pisco sours at a place called Top Coffee. Which you would assume is a coffee shop, as we did, and then you would actually realise that the waitresses weren’t wearing very much at all, and there were an unusual amount of sleazy married men within the café. I didn’t stay too long.
It was a long day, but so satisfying, and I mentally checked the Inca trail off my bucket list as I snuggled down in my comfortable bed at the hotel, wishing the trails cooks would arrive with pancakes and hot chocolates in the morning.
– Sarah