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Peru Travel Deals: Inca Trail Peru
The time had come to start walking the famous Inca Trail. You can now only walk the Inca trail as part of a pre-booked group with a guide. Only 500 people are allowed to start the three-day trail each day, including guides and porters. We thought that the trail would be packed with walkers, jostling for position along the path, but it was only when we stopped for a break or lunch did we realise that there were other groups on the trail.
The porters were all wide-eyed and fired up when we collected them, their cheeks bulging with coca leaves. There were 11 porters and 2 guides with us in our group, almost one porter each. They really appeared to enjoy their jobs, and were having a great laugh together. They do get a relatively good wage, compared to them working in the fields, but its still bloody hard work.
A couple of years ago, porters used to carry about 50-60kg each. Regulations now in force have improved their conditions considerably. At each checkpoint their packs are weighed, to make sure they are not carrying too much. Their maximum weight now is 30kg, which is still a hell of a lot but they all seemed to be coping okay. It was amazing to watch them run past, with sacks, food, pots, pans, sugar bowls, napkins, stools, tables, tablecloths, tents and cooking gas on their backs, which was all covered in a large piece of plastic that trailed behind them like a cloak. Having been along the path so many times, they were very sure footed. Watching them run down granite steps, two steps at a time, was quite nerve racking. They didn’t bother with wearing boots, opting for sandals or no shoes. Quite often they are given boots by people who have finished the trail and have no further use for them, but they prefer not to wear them. We guessed that they probably wear them down the pub on a Friday night instead.
We had opted to pay a small amount extra to have our stuff carried by a porter. This sounds like a bit of a cop-out but we thought we may as well take advantage of it and had sound reason to do so. Most of the people were carrying their own stuff out of pride – it was the Inca trail after all. By the second day most of them were struggling and got a porter to carry their stuff for the rest of the walk. After all we were at about 3000m asl and no matter how fit you are, altitude does have an effect. There were a couple of people who managed their packs all the way, mostly without any complaints, but the others who insisted on carrying their rucksacks all the way were totally exhausted and had not enjoyed the walk at all. They had spent all their time and energy concentrating on walking and had not had time to stop and appreciate their amazing surroundings. All their stuff had got soaking wet, but the porters made sure ours were kept covered and everything was bone dry when we opened the sack each evening. It was definitely worth it.
The porters took great pride in everything that they did. Running ahead of us, they would be ready for when we stopped, with a large tent set up with either popcorn and hot drinks for elevenses and afternoon tea, or hot bowls of soup for lunch. We don’t think we actually saw anyone use them, but they also laid out bowls of water with soaps and towels for us to wash with. When we arrived at the campsites, the tents were ready, and our dry belongings lying in the tent. We could quickly change into dry clothes and sit admiring the views. The whole trip is designed so that the tourists only needed to walk and look at the scenery.
In the mornings our guide would wake us up at 6.00am with a cup of coca tea being passed into the tent. We were fed constantly throughout the day and were even given snacks just to make sure we did not starve. By the end of the fourth day we were stuffed and we could not even manage to eat a fabulous banquet the porters had prepared for us. The thank you presentation on the final evening was fantastic and the porters all looked really pleased with themselves. At the end, the porters very shyly received their well-deserved recognition and tips. It is this extra bit of cash that makes all their hard work and leather soled feet worth their while.
As the Inca Trail is mostly within cloud forest, we should not have been too surprised to find it raining most of the way. Lobo buying a poncho had been the only indication of what weather was going to be in store for us. The rain we experienced on the first day continued on and off (but mainly on) for two days. Waterproof trousers had been great when we had been stuck halfway up Cotopaxi, but it was a lot warmer on the Inca Trail and although the trousers kept the rain off they trapped just as much moisture. Peeling off the waterproof trousers after the first day we decided that we were better off without the waterproofs as our trousers were so wet underneath. Shorts were a much better option and at least it meant we had dry trousers to change into each night. Some may have questioned our sanity as we stood on top of the Abra de Runkuracay pass (3800m asl) with heavy lumps of snow falling around us and our legs covered in goose pimples.
There are a number of other ruins along the way; ancient checkpoints, guards houses and small agricultural centres. Everybody in the group were so wet they couldn’t be bothered to visit any of these ruins. We were already soaked and it didn’t make any difference to make a detour for an hour or so to look at them. A few of us made it up the stairs to Sayamarca. It was so foggy we had not even realised that it even existed, and the view from it was not much better. We both said we could have been standing at any ruined site in Cornwall on a foggy day. By the time we made our way back down onto the main trail, the clouds cleared and the beautiful cloud forest materialised before us. The peaks that we had just walked down from were covered in a dusting of snow.
With clear skies came another menace – sand flies. They got into our hair, making our scalps irritatingly itchy. If we stopped for any reason, like to admire the view, take a photo, or have a drink of water, within minutes we were scratching every bit of exposed flesh.
The Inca Trail from Ollantaytambo is only 27 miles (43Km) long, which spread over three and a half days means it is not too strenuous and we had plenty of time to relax, take in the views, read, play cards and explore.
The trail is mostly stone paved and had been constructed as a royal highway to reach Machu Picchu. It is just one of the numerous paths built by the Incas that cross remote parts of the Andes. They had done a great job in constructing the route all those years ago and even though it has undergone restoration it was in excellent condition. There seemed to be little erosion, the restrictions on the number of walkers seemed to be working. One of the sections of the path was amazing, snaking around the edge of the mountainsides, through tunnels and over bridges. We took our time, enjoying the views of the snow-capped mountains of the Vilcabamba range and Salcantay. Standing on the watershed separating two mountain ranges, we felt the cold air of the Vilcabamba range on one side of the path, whilst on the other side of the path we experienced the warm air rising up from the valley below the Urubamba mountain range. It was a particularly strange phenomenon.
Not everyone who does the Inca trail are athletic, keen hikers. As long as you are relatively fit and can walk, then you would probably manage it. The most important thing is probably to take a few days to acclimatise to the altitude before starting. The trail crosses over three high-altitude mountain passes; the highest is “Dead Woman’s Pass” at 13,440ft (4,200m). We had been warned that it was a tough climb, and we saw a number of people collapsed on the way up being administered oxygen. It was a long slog, but we all managed it to the top. The second pass was just as tough, shorter but steeper and we had to walk it first thing in the morning when our bodies were still struggling to warm up. It was interesting to see that the people who made it to the top of the hills first were the people who had not just flown into Cusco, but had been at a high altitude for a few weeks or more. Even though we were not running alongside the porters, our walk the previous week in Huaraz had definitely helped us to acclimatize to the altitude.
If going up the hills wasn’t going to wear us out then the going down them would. We passed down hundreds of granite steps, some of which were carved out of the rock face. This was just as tough as going up hill and no one seemed to escape getting sore knees by the time we reached camp.
Debbie and Lucy, two Brits, who had been travelling around the world for a year, introduced us to their marking system for the toilets. Each toilet experience was marked out of 10, ten being the best. Marks were knocked off for dirtiness, lack of toilet roll, seat, door or even toilet. Their worst ever toilet was in Thailand – ours was yet to come. They rated the toilets on the trail quite low, but we thought they were being a bit harsh; at least there were some toilets to use.
Part of the new regulations mean you have to camp at assigned campsites, which usually have rudimentary facilities. This all seems a bit of a cheat and some of the sites even have showers, but it means that people are not going to the toilet wherever they feel like it, or washing in the streams. One of the toilets did have a number of points knocked off for the worst ever design; rather than having just a hole in the floor (which would have sufficed) a box had been thoughtfully built around the hole. Unfortunately it was too high and the hole set so far back that you had no option but to sit down. Squatting is the preferable option, and everyone before us had obviously felt the same. They had climbed onto the box and squatted either side of the hole, leaving their muddy footprints all over the loo seat.
Article taken from Inca Hoots by Caius Simmons & Vicky Brewis.