How to Hike the Inca Trail
This
is a guest post from Gillian from One Giant Step. The Inca Trail is one
of the best ways to experience Machu Picchu, but it’s not for the faint
of heart. Here, Gillian divulges the details of her trek.
Hiking
to Machu Picchu along the Inca Trail remains the highlight of my year
traveling. It’s that amazing. Standing 4,200 meters high on the
mountains, looking out over the peaks of the Andes, and knowing that I
hiked to get there, filled me with joy and awe. I didn’t want to be
anywhere else. I won’t lie, though — it took some work but it was
totally worth it.
Day 1
They broke us in easy on the first day with a gentle start along a wide path that passed through the Sacred Valley. Described as “Inca Flat,” the trail starts alongside the Urubamba River and meanders through the trees and scrub brush, slowly gaining altitude.
They broke us in easy on the first day with a gentle start along a wide path that passed through the Sacred Valley. Described as “Inca Flat,” the trail starts alongside the Urubamba River and meanders through the trees and scrub brush, slowly gaining altitude.
Our guide, Marco, stopped us at
various points along the way to tell us the history of the trail, the
ruins along the trail, and also the Incan people and their struggle to
survive. Marco was passionate about his ancestors’ story, and as time
went on, we realized that he was not just telling us stories that come
from guidebooks but that his knowledge was much deeper. He had spent
time at university studying and also in the mountains with the Incan
descendants and so had a unique perspective on the area.
Day 2
We awake at 5 am to the sounds of hustle and bustle outside. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, a porter appeared with hot tea and another brought a bowl of hot water and soap for me to wash up with. I drank my tea, washed up, and packed up the few things I was responsible for (the porters dismantle and carry everything except your personal belongings).
We awake at 5 am to the sounds of hustle and bustle outside. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, a porter appeared with hot tea and another brought a bowl of hot water and soap for me to wash up with. I drank my tea, washed up, and packed up the few things I was responsible for (the porters dismantle and carry everything except your personal belongings).
It
was cold as we set out on the day’s hike – frost clung to the sides of
the trail and I could see my breath with every labored exhalation. We
were already feeling the altitude and still had more than a thousand
meters ahead of us. We quickly climbed above the tree line and were
rewarded with the stunning views of mountains and valleys that would be
our companion for the rest of the day.
The climb to Dead Woman’s
Pass was relentless. Up and up and up and up along the ancient Inca
pathway made up of enormous stone steps. My heart was beating wildly, my
lungs were tight and seemed too small for the task, and my legs felt
like cement as I tried to lift them over and over again up onto the next
step.
Then it was down the other side – a 600-meter drop along a
beautiful stone pathway cutting down into the valley below. If I thought
this was going to be the easy part, I was wrong. Controlling those
floppy, leadened legs was an exercise in concentration. The afternoon
saw us climb another 400 meters before dropping into another valley that
was more jungle than scrub. We crossed the valley to find our campsite
overlooking a set of astrological ruins. Fog set in just as the light
faded, lending an eerie feel to the landscape but also providing some
insulating warmth. After 16 kilometers of hiking through two passes, it
didn’t take much of the special “rum tea” to send us all off to a
restful night’s sleep.
Day 3
As much as Day 2 was about climbing, Day 3 was about descent — overall we dropped almost 800 meters. I’m not sure which is more difficult, but I know that my legs were sorer after a day of going down than they were after Day 2. This is where the walking stick I had been carrying all along really proved its worth! We dropped backed down through the tree line, entering into jungle-like scenery, where we could start to understand how Machu Picchu was hidden by jungle for so many years.
As much as Day 2 was about climbing, Day 3 was about descent — overall we dropped almost 800 meters. I’m not sure which is more difficult, but I know that my legs were sorer after a day of going down than they were after Day 2. This is where the walking stick I had been carrying all along really proved its worth! We dropped backed down through the tree line, entering into jungle-like scenery, where we could start to understand how Machu Picchu was hidden by jungle for so many years.
We shared camp that
night as other groups joined up at the campsite before entering the
site. We enjoyed much-needed showers and beer before a late dinner and
early bedtime. Tomorrow would take us to the Sun Gate and our first
glimpses of the lost city.
Day 4
Reaching the Sun Gate was amazing. Looking through it to the sight of Machu Picchu below made all the difficulties of the trek disappear. Sitting on a plateau below, the site looked just as beautiful and mysterious as I had expected.
Reaching the Sun Gate was amazing. Looking through it to the sight of Machu Picchu below made all the difficulties of the trek disappear. Sitting on a plateau below, the site looked just as beautiful and mysterious as I had expected.
Wandering around Machu Picchu for
the rest of the day, I was left in awe as to how the ancient Incans
could have built such a formidable city with no modern machinery. The
ingenuity and precision was astounding and the level of detail amazing.
The buildings and stonework are stunning displays of form, function, and
astounding astronomical and geographic knowledge. Stones are placed, or
carved, to match exactly with the sun’s winter and summer solstice
positions or to line up along the ordinal geographic lines. Seeing a
rock carved into the shape of the Incan Cross and then shown how the
points match up with a compass, I was amazed at the knowledge that the
Incans must have had. The whole city and the mountain backdrop took my
breath away.
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