Life after the Inca trail may have gotten a little crazy.
I got sick the night after going on the trail. Woke up in the middle of the night and puked my brains out. I didn’t even drink any alcohol. What a waste of a good puke. Then I constantly felt nauseous the next few days. As a belated thought, I probably should have used that time while I was resting to work on the posts…but I was too busy catching up on the posts from the Amazon and catching up on the Vampire Diaries. Shhh don’t tell anyone I watch it.
Then I came here…to Argentina. And I’ve been a major bum. Life here is very relaxed. And Amelia and I had to catch up on life, meet new people, start playing sports and all those fun things. AKA lots of excuses why I haven’t written this post. But of course, because my life here is more interesting than the Inca Trail….yeahh…sure…
We had to wake up at 4 AM. I really hated my life…even my dad, an avid morning person wasn’t too thrilled. Maybe it’s because he was SOOOO smart and flew in the day before. Yeah, he doesn’t like following directions. Especially those that tell him he should get to a city at least a few days before to acclimate to the altitude. He’s too cool for that…
We went with SAS. From many reviews it was one of the best companies out there. Since my dad wanted to tag along and it was his first time camping, I decided to get the best for him. I’m such a good daughter, right? (Remember this for later)
The whole group met at a hotel and then we were on the bus for several hours. A couple of pit stops to gather the last of the supplies (apparently) and then we got there.
We first had to organize our stuff, decide what to give to porters and what not to. My dad decided it would be a good idea to get bandanas. I learned long ago it’s usually not worth the effort of arguing with him, so I bought one for him and one for myself. To spite him, I got his hot pink. He liked it…
To actually get on the Inca trail, we had to go through Inca trail customs. Passport and everything. But we also got a stamp for our passport! I HAVE AN INCA TRAIL STAMP IN MY PASSPORT!!!! Do you have one of those? I didn’t think so.
So after crossing a small bridge, we waited for the whole group to get through. The whole pesky paperwork thing can take a few minutes. And so began our hike. It started with a sharp incline. I chilled in the back with my dad. Partly because I was lazy, partly because I wanted to spend time with him and partly because I felt like going at a relaxed- very relaxed pace.
But then it evened out and we had constant breaks throughout the hike.
Since I feel like it is a good time to let the pictures do the talking…
Some interesting facts (Disclaimer: most of the information below was related to me by our guide. I have not looked into the validity of the information and if any of it offends you or is grossly incorrect, I apologize. I am only conveying the information that I learned from a source that seemed reputable.):
The government regulates the sacred valley but allow locals to do farming there
Many of the ruins are pre Inca ruins. The Incans had a different name for themselves in Quechua. It meant the 5 parts/nations. This is because the Incan civilization came together from 5 groups of people whom had to band together to protect themselves from an outside threat. Many of the ruins are from the respective tribes that came together to form the Incan civilization.
Another note, they don’t like to call the ruins, ‘ruins’. This implies a destroyed place and a dead culture. Instead they think of the “ruins” as archeological sites.
They have plastic bags flying in the wind attached to a pole to scare off birds from the crops. I like their recycling ideas.
Porters are legally only allowed to carry a certain weight.
We, the non-locals, are not allowed to have horses or donkeys on the trail as it destroys the trail. Either the locals are allowed or they do it anyway.
You’re not allowed alcohol on the Inca Trail.