In Cusco, a woman having breakfast at our hotel was complaining about her muscle aches and pains. She had just returned from the Inca Trail, and when I said we were starting it the next day, she looked me up and down and said: “Well, I hope you are fit!” in portentous tones.
What had I let myself in for?
Before daybreak the next day, our group of six trekkers, thirteen porters, and two guides were on a bus to Ollantaytambo, the starting point. There, we bought the essentials from the local vendors: garish Machu Picchu sun-hats, bamboo walking sticks, and a supply of coca candies to supplement the Argentinean chocolate I had brought with me. We were already dressed in the ‘trekker uniform’: sturdy walking shoes, dun or khaki pants with multiple pockets and zips, and quick-dry shirts over colourful long-sleeved thermal tees. To complete the outfit, you need at least: a backpack, a drink carrier, a camera bag (I had my little Canon Ixus), and assorted jackets and/or jumpers, all attached somewhere on your person. We set off over the railway line and past the first checkpoint at Piscacucho, or Kilometer 82 (2709 m / 8888 ft), into the Machu Picchu National Park, swinging our sticks and smiling.
The smiles lasted until the first elevations and the midday rains took their toll.
The trek follows just a small part – 42 kilometers (26 miles) – of the much larger UNESCO-listed complex of roads built by the Inca throughout the Andes Mountains. The Qhapaq Ñan, as this system was known, is an extraordinary network built across one of the world’s most extreme geographical terrains.
Even though we only had to carry ‘day packs’: eight kilos of water, electrolyte drink, spare clothing, sun screen, bug repellent, toilet paper, snacks, cameras, and rain gear, you’d be surprised how quickly it starts to feel heavy!
That first morning we passed a number of people coming towards us along the trail. Had they decided to walk back after reaching Machu Picchu? No, they had succumbed to altitude sickness, and were being escorted off the track. What was particularly ominous was the fact that they were all younger than us – well, let’s be truthful; almost everyone on the track was younger than us. Altitude sickness, in its early stages takes the form of headaches (which we all suffered to a lesser or greater extent), vomiting and diarrhoea. That combined with somewhat primitive plumbing facilities, well, you don’t want to know…
When we walked it back in 2006, the trail was already strictly regulated. Only 500 people were on it at any one time: 200 tourists and guides, and 300 porters. Given that these people are divided across the three to four days it takes to walk, there are likely to be only 150 people in any particular section. As a consequence, we got to recognize some of the other trekkers, and even developed ‘friendly’ competitions between groups. Naturally, ours was the best group! We could dine-out on some of the stories of misfortunes that befell other travellers.
Starting at an elevation of 2500 metres, we walked a mere 14 kilometres that first day.
It only felt like 100!
All the old guide books tell you that the trail starts at Km88, not Km82 as we had done. I could feel that extra 6 km at the end of the day!
And, Day One is the easy day: the next day we had the challenge of two mountain passes to get through.
At least there would be plenty to look at along the way!
Happy Walking!
Pictures: 07April2006