I am okay at walking. I am resilient. I am young. HOW HARD CAN IT BE?
This is the extent of my preparation for the Inca Trail. In hindsight I should’ve also done some PHYSICAL preparation. You know. Like… training. And stuff.
The Inca Trail is a three-day, three-night walk through the mountains of Cusco, Peru, South America. It starts in Ollantaytambo, a one-shop town three hour’s drive from the city of Cusco, and finishes in the World Heritage listed ancient city of Macchupicchu.
The Bucket List is an interesting thing: a comprehensive list of things you should do just for the sake of doing those things; so you can say you've done them; so you can give them an imaginary 'tick' on your lifelong 'to-do' list.
Any world traveller has the Inca Trail/Macchupicchu on their bucket list. It's up there with The Great Wall of China. And seeing snow. Just because. These seem to be things people do. So, when we planned to go to South America, it quickly became the focal point of our trip.
Seriously how hard can it be? Like, come on. Let's be real it's a WALK. I CAN WALK. I walk to AND from work every day. I'll just listen to the Tim Ferriss podcast and learn about Acroyoga or Vietnamese and it'll go super fast. Take some photos on the way, badda-bing-bada-boom we'll be in Macchupicchu before we know it.
DAY 1 - Milhouse Hostel, Cusco, Peru.
0200 - In hostel. Unable to sleep. Sweating. Also freezing. Consider pulling out of trek.
0230 - Decide I've committed too much. Not sure why. I've literally done zero preparation. I think it was 'The Bucket List' factor. More sweating. Pray to God I'm fine in an hour.
0330 - Not fine.
0345 - Diagnose myself with fever. Re-consider pulling out of trek. Come to conclusion I couldn't deal with travel buddies teasing me.
0412 - I've got goosebumps but it's hot af. Shower. Consider faking own death.
0420 - Shower.
0435 - Get out of shower. Cold. Get back in.
0520 - Try to sleep in car on way to start point. Forgot I can't sleep in cars. Goosebumps. Starts raining.
0730 - Torrential rain. Stop at last shop before leaving civilisation. Want to vomit. Buy poncho, gatorade and leg warmers (read: tights). Watch travel buddies eat pancakes inside cafe/shack. Make mental note to be extra grateful next time I don't feel like spewing. Sip gatorade. Text Mother:
About to go out of phone reception for three days. Want to die. So sick. Fever etc. Goodbye. Maybe forever.
0930 - Arrive at start point. 45 Km to Macchupicchu. Put on tights under walking shorts. Tear walking shorts in process. Decide to do entire trek in just tights. Find hole under bum area in new tights. Get laughed at by travel buddies. And guide. Put on spare shorts over tights. Contemplate why bad things happen to good people.
1000 - Compulsory start of trail photo. Three panadol. Antibiotics. Cautiously optimistic.
1020 - Outlook: positive. Strolled up small hill. Pausing at top for water. Manageable so far. Maybe can do this.