I did the Inca Trail. It was a little bit of everything, beautiful, peaceful, fun, miserable, rainy, tiring but now looking back I would do it all over again.
Day one was exciting, up early, had a good breakfast, all packed, the day pack ready with water and a few snacks, rain jacket, first aid kit, everything I would need on the trail. The porters would carry our change of clothes and a few other things. You don’t really need much on the trail. By the end you will be stinky and need a shower no matter how many layers of clean clothes you bring.
At the beginning of our trek, we checked in and got our passport stamped. It was beautiful and sunny but not too hot. We started out optimistic, laughing and chatting as we crossed the bridge and headed off onto the trail.
The first day has one big hill but otherwise is pretty manageable. Plenty of time to wander along, looking at the scenery, time to say hello to the little pigs that have collars on that prevent them from escaping from the fences. It was gorgeous.
At camp there were cold drinks being sold by locals and I was marvelling at our porters. Always a step ahead of the group. Lunch ready by the time we reached the lunch spot and magically camp set up and dinner almost ready by the time we reached the place we would stay for the night.
I cozied into the tent that night and was tired but happy. At around 2:00am I woke up because I had to pee. I tried to go back to sleep but that wasn’t gonna happen. So I got out of my sleeping bag, tried not to disturb my friend who was still sleeping. Found my headlamp (if you don’t have one, get one, handiest things ever!) and out I went. I thought I could just find a little spot next to the tent as the bathrooms were down a hill and if I didn’t have to I didn’t want to go that far.
I stood up and turned on my headlamp and came face to face with a donkey. He was eating and looked at me like “Don’t you dare pee where I’m eating”. I guess I was gonna have to make the trek down to the washrooms. On the path there was another donkey blocking the path and I had to negotiate my way around him. He wasn’t gonna move. At the washrooms there was an ox who stared at me as I walked up and grunted at me when I got to the three outhouses. Now I think it was a warning to not pick the first outhouse.
I went in and shut the door, turned around and was just about to sit when I looked up. On the back of the door was one of the BIGGEST spiders I had ever seen. I froze. Thankfully I had the headlamp because otherwise I probably would have dropped a flashlight. He was on the door, I stood up and pulled my pants up, aplogized to the spider saying I didn’t realize this bathroom had been taken. Now I had to reach over by the spider to open the door but I didn’t want to. I had no choice so I eased the door open and jumped out, shivered and wiped my hands. I don’t like spiders. I looked back to make sure he wasn’t following me (not rationale I know but I’m not the only one that has done this).
The ox looked at me like “I tried to warn you”. The next outhouse I opened the door and looked around, peering on the back of the door before I sat down. It was empty and all was good.
On my way out I thanked the ox and headed back to the tent. I couldn’t get back to sleep right away because I kept wondering if there were more spiders but I figured the donkey outside would keep them away, wouldn’t he?
I did drift back off and wondered what day two would bring.
Our wonderful guide Julio:
Pictures from day one: