Inca Trail | Machu Picchu | On the Trail
the trek started at the crack of dawn.
Day three, on the trail. I woke up before dawn, packed my backpack and finished recharging the electronics. One last coca tea and I was out the door on a bus ride out of Cusco with fellow hikers.
A quick stop for last minute supplies and it was on to the town of Ollantaytambo. I walked down the ancient cobblestone streets, mingled a bit with the locals before hitting the road once again.
The trailhead was teaming with other expeditions gathering around before heading into the sanctuary. After checking in, I took my first step across the wooden bridge over the Urubamba river. I was surrounded by nature with spectacular views of the Andes and enjoying every minute of it.
Porters were passing us at blazing speeds all morning with bundles of heavy bags on their shoulders. A river crossing and it was back on the StairMaster all the way up to a defensive watchtower with views of an ancient Inca city on the valley below.
Lunch was at a campground where our porters set up a dining tent and the kitchen. The food was beyond my wildest dreams, and it just kept coming and coming.
We headed back into the winding trail and over more rivers. Javier gave us some Chica, an alcoholic beverage derived from corn, similar to beer.
The porters set up camp in a clearing, and I was lucky enough to get my own tent.