#planate

 We had been in Peru for three months, and we were told that our health conditions would be nice, as we have the altitude with trekking the Inca Trail is acclimatized had, but it was not easier for us than the groups that we met us along the way.DAY ONE: We were on our tour guide picked up at the hostel in Cusco at 6:30 clock. A bumpy bus ride took us to the track in the Urubamba Valley, where groups of migrants, independent, and these were assembled in packages already for the initial briefing and gearing themselves with sticks and coca leaves. After we strapped our bags and waved goodbye to our bus driver, we began our hike was trek.First day of the simplest, yet as we ascended to the height of enthusiasm, and most of the trail is very gentle. One group we passed on the way says our strength as we dragged our backpacks 7kg each in height, they had support to do the work for them hired. Knowing that from my fourth hour, my legs start to cramp, I admired her spirit and courage, because most of them were over the age of 50 who are on this journey, which we pass by in all.Porters lightning speed as we catch our breath away by the stream, their rubber sandals flapping along the paths. I laugh to see my attempt adventurous with my specially selected shoes and body wear, but I'm breaking into my tent, which the carrier already had hours before the set and waiting for the call to dinner.DAY TWO: A five-morning call was served with a cup of hot coca. Misty eyes and trembling, I quickly packed, had breakfast with the group in the dining tent and braced for more day.This was the hardest day of the hike, as the majority of the time we were going uphill at 45 degrees. For 3 hours we will continue to soldier on disputed hill in chewing on coca leaves to relieve mild altitude sickness. The walk was not without reward: the scenery along the way can only be described as brilliant, with mountains and rivers that surround us and sounds of nature calls us. When I does not seem to find our struggle leader whose energy as fast as my drain, he mentioned that we were on our way to the highest point of the hike. Dead woman way it is, "he said with a grin. The air is so thin and the cliff falling down my right side low, I can only imagine the reason for such a grim name. At the top of the hill, reaching the peak at 4200m, the air was thin and cold, but the view was breathtaking.However little I expected that after reaching to 4200m, it was 2 hours worth of steep downhill, which brought back pain in my knee and I had to use my walking stick as a crutch and enforce. The second night camp was on a beautiful hill that looked older some of the valley and waterfall. Our tents were, as usual, oblique and waiting.DAY THREE: Once again the bait was hot tea to get us all on and ready. On the third day was the longest day, as we have 7 hours before we had Camp Trek, but the quality of walking easier than the roads were flat and is also the most beautiful day of all. Our hike passed by like a fairy tale called Wiñay Wayna ruins (Quechua name means 'Forever Young'), which we have much time to explore and admire before continuing downhill to the river to camp. Our cramming legs and back pain, I was glad tomorrow we'll get to the long-awaited city of Machu Picchu. At night during dinner we had to make a small celebration with the porters and cooks in our group and patted his back, it so far and thank those who supported us along the way.I could this opportunity to respond to the incredible support, support Comment us take our camping and catering needs. They ensured that we are not too rough, they have, like every night's meal was as good as anyone ordered from a restaurant. You get up early to prepare breakfast for us set up and break run tents for us every day, before we prepare for lunch and dinner, and if they carefully in need, boiled water by wood fire, make sure we had to drink clean water . Without this support we would be lost in any event under the forest and the ruins.DAY FOUR: We were woken up by 4 clock to start walking towards the town of Aguas Calientes. A landslide near us had to be prevented from taking the more traditional route through the sun gate, and it was just safer for us to go through the city. I have nothing against this piece as Aquas Calientes is a city known for its hot natural springs, and I knew she was a welcome change after all this is at Gate 7 over.We clock, came well before the day tourists, the city would to roam when the train comes from Cusco. When the fog finally lifted revealing the magnificent city of Machu Picchu, I stood there in awe and basked in an overwhelmed feeling that I can not describe. After a guided tour of the ruins I was sitting on a hill and watched only the view from the top, a sight I will never forget.