We signed up for the three day Inca Trail hike back in the end of August. By the time we signed up, the date we originally requested was full and we took an alternative date within our time frame. A whole three months early and dates were running out already. We found out during our hike that only 500 people are allowed on the Inca Trail per day, 200 visitors and 300 guides/porters. Insane, right?
Travelers usually book the 4 day/3 night hike. We were unsure of how long we wanted to be hiking and camping for so we debated between the 2 days/1 night, 3 days/2 nights, and 4 days/3 nights. Little did we know that the 3 days/2 nights hike was equivalent in distance to the 4 days/3 nights hike, but just packed into a shorter amount of time. Boy did we wish we knew about that.
Our 3 days/2 nights hike included 33 miles of hiking between 8,000 ft and just under 14,000 ft elevation. Not only was the hike really hard, it was hard to breathe at some points at such high elevation. During the morning of our hike, the porters would wake us up by banging on our tent and cups of cocoa tea to help with the elevation. I've read it in tips that having some cocoa eases the elevation but you won't get the effects if you were to take cocaine. Yes, same plant.
So the hike - the first day and a half was the hardest. It was almost comparable to hiking the Great Wall of China. The stairs were huge and steep at times. We hiked for eight hours the first day, ten hours on day two, and about six hours on day three. By the end of the first day, my knee was killing me and I felt so soar. I was funny on the first day and more than halfway through our first day hike I asked our guide - hypothetically, has anyone turned around at this point? He just laughed at me and never answered my question. I'm sure people have as we saw people turning around on our way up. Some people just can't take the altitude.
By the end of the second day I wanted to cut my legs off they hurt so much. There was a lot of giant stairs going up and then giant stairs going down. Not good for the knees. We hit the highest point on the third day, right after breakfast. We thought from there things could only get better. Negative. Going down seemed harder than going up at times. Definitely harder on the knees. Even with a knee brace it was pretty painful. At the end of the second day, I actually thought I was hallucinating. Through the pain, the hiking, the clouds, the darkness, I just focused so hard on not falling off the mountain. It was so foggy and such a long day that I was just really exhausted. We were so close to the edge and it was so foggy I couldn't tell if I was getting closer or farther to the edge. I would like to say that was one of the scariest moments of the hike. Thankfully just around the corner we saw our campground and knew we were safe.
Once we came around the mountain and saw Machu Picchu, oh man, we were so thankful. Little did we know it would like another 30-45 minutes to get to the bottom though. But the view was breathtaking. The clouds hovered over the ruins giving us a peek once in awhile. But then to finally be in the ruins, it was unbelievable how accurate the stones were, how lined up they were. The architecture of it all, just unbelievable. I felt accomplished, like I earned the sight. All these other tourists who just took the train in, meh. We should get a medal for everything we went through.
As hard as the hike was, I'm grateful for the experience. Having never hiked that long or gone camping before, I was proud of myself. The pain was temporary and I'm now fully recovered. Our guide was fantastic as well as our porters. Our guide pushed us along and had a great humor. He's been a guide for almost 20 years I want to say, perhaps even more. Before that he was a porter. He learned English by going to Plaza de Armas in Cusco and just conversing with others. That takes a lot of dedication. If you're thinking about doing the Inca Trail, or any trail for that matter and just traveling to Cusco, I'd check out Big Foot Tour Operators. They were awesome to work with.
The porters, where to even start. We had four porters total. A chef, assistant chef, and two others that carried supplies. They were around my age, 25-28. Apparently there's a porters race on the Inca Trail and the fastest porter went through the 33 miles in 3.5 miles. Crazy! Throughout the trip we continuously watched the porters fly past us carrying bags on their back that weigh at least 55 lbs. They're in incredible shape. They're not even out of breathe. Apparently sometimes when they get to a campsite early, they'll take out a soccer ball and kick it around or lay in the sun and take a nap before preparing the next meal. The meals they prepared for us were phenomenal. We had rice, pasta, chicken, beef, soups, desserts - you name it. We were curious how they kept the meat fresh. Did they carry a cooler with ice for three days? Not at all. Apparently wrapping meat in parsley can keep meat fresh. They've done 22 day hikes (who would do such a thing?!) with carrying meat in parsley and it keeps fresh. Who knew, right?
We also learned a great deal about Peruvian culture, mainly that of the Highlands and Cusco. We discussed topics ranging from politics to religion, to marriage to divorce. During the first day on our hike, as we were climbing down a mountain, we saw a mother and two days. Then seconds later the two boys got in a fight and started tumbling down the mountain. Just tumbling. I thought you could die from that but I guess it was worth it. From translation from our guide who was asking the mother questions, one of the boys had raped her daughter. I think she was around 8. The other boy in the fight was the son/brother. This family lived on the first leg of the Inca Trail. There were many villages, and even this happens. Apparently punishment in the highlands for rape is being set on fire until death. Harsh, right? Knowing this, wouldn't you think people would stop? Is raping someone really worth your life? If you were caught cheating on your spouse, you would be banned from your village and wouldn't be able to return for 20 years or so. Total abandonment. You wouldn't even be able to see your family or kids. The cheating better be worth it I suppose. That's just in the Highlands though. In Cusco, it seems like it's like any other city. Rape = jail or court rule. Cheating = divorce.
Learning about the Highlands was definitely interesting. We learned that they get married around 15 years old. Could you imagine. Our porters could be married for nearly 10 years now and they're my age! I'm not even ready to get married now! So apparently there's this festival where girls where hats with flowers in different colors. I think they're red, white, and blue. I may have gotten that wrong but the point is, the colors coordinate to single and looking, single and not looking, and not single. The boys wear a sash with a flower of the same significance as well. Typically, it seems that the boys always ask the girls out on a date, but in the Highlands, it's the girls responsibility. The girl will walk around and if she's interesting in someone, she'll elbow them, even when a guy is in a group with his friends. When she elbows the guy, she'll run around the corner and wait for the boy. If the boy is interested, he'll follow her. And then I guess the love begins. It's just so fascinating. And I thought my parents still trying to implement arranged marriages was crazy. But I guess whatever works for then.
I could go on and on about my experience but I think you get the jist. I'd highly recommend doing the hike. We've heard that they plan on closing the Inca Trail and Machu Picchu sometime soon but they've been saying it for years. Our guide didn't think it was every going to happen. They close the attraction every Tuesday for renovations. Would I do the hike again? Probably not. Would I go back to Peru? Even Cusco? Yes. There was just so much to do there. Rafting, horseback riding, ziplining, hiking, etc. I feel like you could do anything outdoorsy there. And don't forget to try the local cuisine, Alpaca and Guinea Pig.
Until next time!


















