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28-november, 2009 – 2nd day of inca trail

hell day.  breakfast was a healthy dose of pancakes.  then we hit the trail, we had the longest day of the trail ahead of us and it was a requirement to get going right off the bat in the morning.  it was basically climbing, climbing, climbing and some more climbing.  we climbed on stairs, through rain forest on stairs and on trail.  the scenery was really quite lush and after a couple of hours we got a break.

we broke in a nice valley where there were touts offering us water and snacks.  after hitting the bathroom we slogged up to dead woman’s pass. (DWP)  the valley at the base of the pass approach is really some of the most memorable in the hike, were we pestered llamas and sheep in between some steep rocky mountain sides.

DWP is so named because the pass has the profile of a woman lying on her back complete with lumpy breasts and perky nipples for imagery.  the trail itself consists of a handful of switch backs which gain altitude fairly quickly then a long, long set of stone stairs which take you to the top.  these stairs seem to go on forever.  you stop, take a look back, see how far you’ve gone and then look up and see how far you have to go.  the porters basically run up  the mountain side and it’s more than a little sobering to see these guys hauling ass with ~60 lbs of gear each up the side of the mountain.  the llama path guys all wear read and they move as a group so you see them coming and going and they pass you like you’re standing still.  often you are.

when you make it to the top of dead woman’s pass, you’re pretty well out of breath and you’re welcoming the opportunity to rest and snap some pictures.  then it’s down the back side of the mountain.  this is the cold side and the contrast is amazing.  you put on a hat and a shell and you haul yourself down the backside of the mountain this time it’s down the stone stairs.  if you think going down stairs is easier, you’re quite mistaken, this is a painful undertaking when it’s nice weather. on the back side of the mountain where it’s wet and cold, it’s a particularly nerve racking experience and downright dangerous in many instances.  doing this without trekking poles strikes me as insanity, but the porters basically run down the stairs here.  after a couple of hours of going down stairs, you’re body is screaming for a flat expanse to walk on.

we ended up having our lunch where several groups were actually staying for the night.  their day was done. we still had another pass to hit and the corresponding descent to our camp site.  kathy massively powered through this second pass which was wet and rainy.  when we got to the second pass there were all sorts of small stone piles left by previous trekkers.  it would have been a fun place to take some pictures had it not been pouring and a requirement that we haul ass down the back side of this mountain as well.

by this time, a number of folks in our group had become sick.  whether from altitude or something in the food it was tough to say.  two folks were trekking and puking their guts out en route.  not fun.  by dinner we were at about 50% of the start group.  folks just went to their tents and crashed.  we had dinner and then crashed. i don’t know that i’ve ever slept so well camping.

27-november, 2009 – 1st day of inca trail

we woke right at 4a and hustled to pack the rest of the gear.  my pack feels crazy heavy.  we got a 1/2 porter for kathy to carry her clothes and sleeping bag.

we got on the bus at plaza regocijo and we met celia a hardy mid-20 something french woman who was sick the evening of the briefing and wasn’t able to make it.  she seems to be ready for this trek.  we took the bus to ollayantaytambo where we have breakfast and buy our bag of coca leaves and ash.  at this point we start to get a feel for the group interaction.

we also got to check out a guinea pig castle and the frog drinking game we’d read so much about.  i can see how this would be a mess you up drinking game.  it clearly takes some practice.

from here we ended up taking the bus to kilometer 82 – which has something of an interesting staging area next to the train tracks and the river.  it’s a essentially a village that pops out of nowhere with a helluva  lot of bustle and no shortage of touts.  folks pop up to sell you water, gatorade, walking sticks, ponchos and a litany of items which one might actually need but really should have had beforehand.

a slight aside re: the roads – the bus ride from ollayantaytambo to kilometer 82 gave us a first hand look at road conditions in rural peru.  in short, they’re pretty rustic.  a good hunk of the trip was on relatvely well paved single lane road.  at various points it devolved into single lane gravel road.  what isn’t always evident is the fact that the road often abuts a steep drop or in some instances a cliff.   driving here requires no small amount of concentration and situational awareness.  not to mention planning and coordination in the direction of what’s coming at you from the other driection on the road. there seems to be something of an unspoken coordination between drivers where the party closest to the workable shoulder moves to use it to allow the other party to pass.  this is not something to try in the U.S. where every self important prick assumes that they have the right of way.

at the staging area we were herded to the first check piont where our passports are stamped and we’re checked into the trail.  we get to cross the rio urubamba on a swinging cable bridge.  it’s an auspicious start and sets you in the mood for a haul.  the first few miles on the trail aren’t as rustic as you might think.  there’s some meandering through farmers fields, plenty of folks offering to let you rent their bathroom and selling stuff on the trail.  there’s a surprising number of families who live on or next too the trail.  there’s also a surprising amount of donkey shit on the trail.  you spend the first couple of hours expending a lot of energy dodging donkey shit.

at first, there’s nothing particularly challenging about the the trail, and you’re fresh and eager.  towards the end of the day however, we got a bit of a taste of what was to come.  we hit a number of steep sections and got some healthy climbs in.  by the time you hit the camp after that first day, you’re ready to crash.

kathy left dinner early the evening of the first night on the trail. pretty tired and there was some rather spirited discussion about continuing; with her feeling under the weather.

26-november, 2009 – misc. cusco

inka museum – bring your own tp.  note, this is one of those places that you would think is included in the boleto turistico, but in reality, it’s not.  i run hot and cold on this one.  there’s some interesting stuff here.

very few of the displays here have english translations. so you have to puzzle through the explanation if you’re spanish challenged as we are.  there are guides available for hire based on tips only.  in retrospect, it might have been useful to get a guide to tell us the stories associated with the displays.  i don’t mean for the word “stories” to come off as pejoratively as it does, but you always have to go back and balance the account that you’re told when you’re on a tour with the research that you can dig up as an obsessively detail oriented individual.  in most cases, it’s close enough or romanticized appropriately.  sometimes you just want to hear a good story.  remember, if it bleeds, it leads.

getting back to the inka museum … they’re pretty aggressive about enforcing the ticket policy here.  there are guards all over the place and they ticket number at entry.  kathy couldn’t find a bathroom and they almost didn’t let her back into the museum.  a little bit of local explanatory help got her back into the mix, but seriously people …

the displays here are no where near as polished as the displays at MAP there’s a lot of card stock and fading ink-jet printing with ye-olde english font action.  there are however, a lot of artifacts that are well worth checking out and a few dioramas that are more than a little entertaining.   that said, the artifact displays are haltingly covered in english.  if you’re not conversant in spanish, you’re screwed.

almost worth the price of admission alone are a handful of large format aerial photographs from the 1930s.  these were clearly taken before exhaustive restoration and excavation had taken place.  ollayantaytambo looks practically native and machu picchu looks like it was just discovered.  there are a number of pictures from the 1912 national geographic expedition led by hiram bingham.  this had to be the first expedition of note since the “discovery” of machu picchu by bingham a year earlier.

as a side note – these pictures had me dig up the original national geographic articles from the natgeo archives.  fascinating stuff from a time when there was still active exploration to be done.

the first floor of this museum has a couple of small textile production exhibits.  one of the exhibits has a number of interesting displays detailing various textile patterns and their symbolic significance.  (star pattern / mountain range / etc.)  apparently, there’s a lot of interest in the part of the peruvian government in insuring that there’s a repository of native skills and they’re supporting a number of initiatives to teach and document the original techniques.

thursday evening – the briefing …

this was the pre-inca trail briefing at the llama path office.  this was more interesting than i thought it would be.  first off, it’s the first exposure to the people you’re going to be slogging 30+ miles on the trail with.  our impressions were very favorable.  there’s an underlying dread at the possibility that you’ll have to slog the next 3-4 days out with a bunch of douche-bags.  fortunately, we got a good crew.  largely non-U.S. in composition, we had a handful of australians, a portuguese couple, a woman fromt he isle of man, a couple from michigan and a venezuelan by way of seattle.

• day 1 – looks to be relatively chepa
• day 2 – looks to be a bitch
• day 3 – looks like stair hell with a break in the afternoon
• day 4 – wake up @ 3:30a – hike in the dark, wait in line, hike and tour within machu picchu – bus to aguas calientes and a train to poroy for us.  llama path bus to cusco.

25-november, 2009 – sacred valley tour

we hauled our asses to the llama path office at 8:30a and were picked up by a tour bus marked “valle sagrado” only after i repeatedly said to kathy, “awesome, that must be our bus,” about a hundred times in the 15 minutes between our arrival and the actual pickup by the bus. we hopped on and proceeded to make number of loops through cusco picking up additional folks with no clear guide emerging. it was only after we got to a gas station on the outside of town that our guide boarded the bus. marco antonio, who was quite the player and drew numerous comparisons between himself and marc anthony, the singer.

our first stop was carao, a nondescript little village en route to sacred valley notable only for a big hunk of cement with a dog that i took numerous photos of and a clear relationship between the tour operator and the folks selling schwag at a roadside stand. we were also graced with a number of llama photo-ops.

from carao, we made our way to pisac. pisac is a surprisingly sprawling site, placed the crest of a mountain it contains some royal housing with a considerable amount of agricultural terracing. despite it being the offseason, we had to really hustle around this site to check out the elements that were interesting. of particular interest to us were the follwoing items.

• this was the first time we were able to see inca fountains in action. there was an elaborate routing of water from the moutainside through the “urban area” of the site.

• pisac has the largest known inca graveyard. this is actually a hill side facing the urban area with a large number of holes exposed. apparently each of these holes corresponds to a tomb, which had been looted at some point. the incas would bury their dead in the fetal position. a reference to the return to the earth mother (pachamama). buried as such, the tombs were on the small side.