Dinner-time conversations in several houses change to
vacations: where we could go for our excursion of a very long time? My
residence is no exception - but I understood that there was just one area I
needed to celebrate my 50th birthday. I wanted to walk the Inca Trail in Peru.
For years I have been in shock of the hills, but never experienced the need to scale them. That changed once i noticed the Peruvian Andes. They fascinated me, and I knew I needed to trek the Inca path. Yet, I also understood I didn't need to camp. So I was delighted when Hill Hostels of Peru built four lodges over the Salkantay path towards Machu Picchu, permitting adventurers to stay in-style. Also, it is less active: the traditional Inca path sees up to 500 hikers each day; in high season the Salkantay route requires 150-200, in low season merely 80. Selection produced.
After acclimatising to Peru's levels in Lima, Arequipa and Puno, my family and I tripped on the Andean Explorer train.
I used to be worried: it had been 10 years since I have last visited - Had it been ruined by over-development? So I was pleased to discover the charm of the area complete. The city has expanded, but ordinances ensure all structures are no higher than two storeys and that the roofs remain traditional terracotta. After two fantastic days exploring the town and the surrounding Sacred area, it was the moment of truth - period to begin walking.
Led by Manolo, who is leading here for 2-3 years, we set off on a mild climb. My husband as well as the kids went on forward, our seven pack horses plodded with our bags, and I organized a corner with Manolo, who stayed patiently by my side.
After two and a half hours we reached Salkantay Lodge, amazingly place at the foundation of 6,271m Salkantay. If by not camping I had been 'cheating', then I had been the happiest cheat near - warm, comfy beds, hot showers and even a Hot Tub were all exceptionally welcome, despite our brief walk. Better yet, we'd Mario taking care of us - the greatest cook in the mountains, according to Manolo - and he whipped up a delicious banquet at every quit.
The following day I was concerned - I had been advised it was the hardest evening, climbing to 4,600m. It was tough, but I adored it - I had been realising a vision. Decreasing from the highest move, I had been hit by the seclusion - one of the privileges to be the slowest. Nevertheless, from the time we reached Wayra Hotel I was happy of the warm welcome along with the new cup of coca tea.
Our third day was easy, so I was advised (an issue of opinion, if you ask me) - a four-hour journey to the next hotel. It had snowed heavily during the night and it was still raining when we set off. Because of the climate we had to be cautious and stick together, which frustrated the children, who were driven to wait because of their decrepit mom! They eventually rushed forward with Mario, while I limped behind. But it was not about speed. If needed to stop, to take in the beauty - and, yes, to capture my breath. To finally see Colpa Lodge come into view lifted my center. Mario had already started cooking and laid-out a banquet of delicious meats prepared belowground.
On our final six-hour expanse we passed from snow-clad mountains to jungle. Channels and falls gurgled along the trail, water circulating through the pebbles. After four hours we stopped for more connoisseur joy -shallow-fried bass and chicken, stuffed with spinach and bread and served with one of Peru's 5,000 varieties of spud.
After the final part the coach and train introduced us to Aguas Calientes and the Inkaterra Machu Picchu Hotel - another really unique place to stay, and perfectly placed. With our enthusiastic information, Jorge, we investigated the ruins, understanding the meaning of almost every stone. It was actually incredible, exceeding all our expectations. As I gazed out on the ruins and surrounding mountains, I can think only one point - it was the greatest birthday present I could visualize.
For years I have been in shock of the hills, but never experienced the need to scale them. That changed once i noticed the Peruvian Andes. They fascinated me, and I knew I needed to trek the Inca path. Yet, I also understood I didn't need to camp. So I was delighted when Hill Hostels of Peru built four lodges over the Salkantay path towards Machu Picchu, permitting adventurers to stay in-style. Also, it is less active: the traditional Inca path sees up to 500 hikers each day; in high season the Salkantay route requires 150-200, in low season merely 80. Selection produced.
After acclimatising to Peru's levels in Lima, Arequipa and Puno, my family and I tripped on the Andean Explorer train.
I used to be worried: it had been 10 years since I have last visited - Had it been ruined by over-development? So I was pleased to discover the charm of the area complete. The city has expanded, but ordinances ensure all structures are no higher than two storeys and that the roofs remain traditional terracotta. After two fantastic days exploring the town and the surrounding Sacred area, it was the moment of truth - period to begin walking.
Led by Manolo, who is leading here for 2-3 years, we set off on a mild climb. My husband as well as the kids went on forward, our seven pack horses plodded with our bags, and I organized a corner with Manolo, who stayed patiently by my side.
After two and a half hours we reached Salkantay Lodge, amazingly place at the foundation of 6,271m Salkantay. If by not camping I had been 'cheating', then I had been the happiest cheat near - warm, comfy beds, hot showers and even a Hot Tub were all exceptionally welcome, despite our brief walk. Better yet, we'd Mario taking care of us - the greatest cook in the mountains, according to Manolo - and he whipped up a delicious banquet at every quit.
The following day I was concerned - I had been advised it was the hardest evening, climbing to 4,600m. It was tough, but I adored it - I had been realising a vision. Decreasing from the highest move, I had been hit by the seclusion - one of the privileges to be the slowest. Nevertheless, from the time we reached Wayra Hotel I was happy of the warm welcome along with the new cup of coca tea.
Our third day was easy, so I was advised (an issue of opinion, if you ask me) - a four-hour journey to the next hotel. It had snowed heavily during the night and it was still raining when we set off. Because of the climate we had to be cautious and stick together, which frustrated the children, who were driven to wait because of their decrepit mom! They eventually rushed forward with Mario, while I limped behind. But it was not about speed. If needed to stop, to take in the beauty - and, yes, to capture my breath. To finally see Colpa Lodge come into view lifted my center. Mario had already started cooking and laid-out a banquet of delicious meats prepared belowground.
On our final six-hour expanse we passed from snow-clad mountains to jungle. Channels and falls gurgled along the trail, water circulating through the pebbles. After four hours we stopped for more connoisseur joy -shallow-fried bass and chicken, stuffed with spinach and bread and served with one of Peru's 5,000 varieties of spud.
After the final part the coach and train introduced us to Aguas Calientes and the Inkaterra Machu Picchu Hotel - another really unique place to stay, and perfectly placed. With our enthusiastic information, Jorge, we investigated the ruins, understanding the meaning of almost every stone. It was actually incredible, exceeding all our expectations. As I gazed out on the ruins and surrounding mountains, I can think only one point - it was the greatest birthday present I could visualize.