Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Parque Pumalin & the Carretera Austral

Chaiten, Chile, 25 - 26 November 2007

The following day, Sunday, we caught the 8am bus to Quellon...which left at 8.20am...which is the norm on Chiloe. Our ferry was due to leave at midday so this should give us plenty of time. What we hadn´t counted on was the ferry company saying "sorry, no more tickets available for todays crossing, but we do have tickets available for Wednesdays sailing". Aargh!! We couldn´t believe it. We had already stayed longer than we would have chosen on Chiloe waiting for this ferry. However, it seemed very much at the discretion of the office salesperson whether he would "find" any more availability, and slowly but surely 2 tickets came available, then 2 more and finally there were tickets available for Claire & I (no thanks to a Slovenian psychopath. Eventually everyone who was waiting managed to get on board but they sure did stretch it out. The crossing was really smooth and the sun shone the whole way. At the beginning of the 5 hour voyage we had dolphins jumping on front of the boat leading the way. We spent most of the time on deck talking with Paul and Nadia, an Ozzy couple we had first seen in the national park on Chiloe.

Arriving in Chaiten we made straight for Casa Hexagon as Claire had made a reservation the previous day. Good thing she did as they were fully booked and even as we arrived there were people from the ferry being turned away. Finally we had made it out of Chiloe and onto the Carretera Austral. The CA has become one of SA´s best roadtrips. Part of the adventure is simply navigating along some of the simplar parts of the highway. Pinochet´s quest to cut a road through Aisen was not based on common sense or a pragmatic plan, it argueably had more to do with the symbolism of a highway that tied together the disparate regions of the country.

People are drawn to this highway in part because it isnt lined with Subway, Shell & Strabucks. But that also means the route requires extra planning & a good dose of prudence.










We wanted to make the most of our time in Chaiten so we immediately met up with a local guide to find out what our options were. Due to limited bus service out of town it was clear that we would only have the following day to do an excursion before leaving again, otherwise we would have to stay an additional 3 days. We arranged for a driver to take us to Parque Pumalin. An area the size of Rhode Island, the park is owned by one man - US entrepreneur Doug Tomkins. He founded both Espirit & North Face Clothing! With the profits he started purchasing small Patagonian Farms to protect their ancient forrests from development. All the land is to be preserved & only developed as parkland that is open to all visitors.


Unfortunately the following morning when we were ready to commence our excursion we got the news that no one was available to take us. All was not lost though. We were able to get public transport to the park and the guide, who couldn't take us due to previous commitments, said he would be coming back on the road and could pick us up. There is no public bus we could have gotten. It is hard to describe just how isolated an area this is. There are 3 main trails within the park which are all within easy reach of each other. Tronador was the first trail and straight away we were greeted with cascading waterfalls, beautiful natural rooty trails, and wooden ladders and steps, where required, to ease one´s passage. 45 minutes and we didn´t see another living soul. Claire enjoyed it but as there had been rain the previous night she was nervous of the wooden steps/ladders which could be quite slippy. I loved it. This was just my kind of playground. Beautiful, natural and completely isolated.
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On our second trail, The Alerce Trail, we did see a few other people (2 groups of 4 with guides). This is the easiest trail in the park as it is almost completely flat. The attraction here is the enormous Alerce trees. They are similar to the sequoia trees of Yosemite park in California. Huge trunks soaring almost endlessly into the sky. And so old. There is a plaque at one point on the trail stating that when the first Spanish expedition arrived in 1540 these alerce trees were already over 1000 years old. Impressive. They are definitely a sight to behold as you crane your neck upwards to see where these arborial giants finally terminate in the sky. This was another short walk of probably less than an hour.




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Our final walk, following lunch, was "Cascadas Encandidas".

This was the longest trail of the day, almost 3 hours, and involved lots and lots of wooden steps and ladders. Not what Claire was hoping for. This trail also had some of the most spectacular waterfalls we have seen anywhere on our travels. Again, we did not see another person for the entire 3 hours we were on the trail. In addition to amazing waterfalls, bridges, and natural paths, the trail also took us through more alerce woods.. Fabulous. Unfortunately on our way down out of this trail Claire did take a tumble and landed heavily on her ribs. She was completely winded and in a lot of pain. She was able to continue and thankfully our new found friend arrived, as promised, at about 5.30pm and took us home. A great day out that I would recommend to anyone who finds themselves in the area but almost 2 weeks on & Claire´s ribs are still very sore so thread carefully.

Alerce Trees are slow growing conifers with a distribution at altitudes over 600m. The species were declared a National Monument & it´s felling prohibited. It can live up to 4,000 years which makes it one of the longest living tress in the world!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Thanksgiving on the Island of Chiloe

Chiloe Island, Chile, 19 - 24 November 2007

Castro is the capital of the Island of Chiloe but we were planning to catch another bus further south to Chonchi where we were planning to stay. Whilst we had a little difficulty catching the correct bus for Chonchi and we had a little difficulty finding the B&B we eventually found ourselves checked into Esmeralda by the Sea. The place is owned by Canadian Carlos, and oh man, can this guy talk. What we have discovered so far is that he has lived in just about every country in the world and also had every job imaginable. It is difficult to separate fact from fiction but hes a nice guy and undeniably an interesting character. It was our intention to stay here and explore the island until we could catch a ferry to Chaiten on mainland Chile. What we discovered is that the ferry only runs twice per week - Wednesday & Sunday. Weds was too soon so we decided to stay 6 nights and catch the Sunday ferry.

We busied ourselves with day trips to the island of Lemuy, the National Park, into Castro and down to Queilen. The landscape was similar to the rolling green hills of Ireland and the weather was a sunny 20-25oC. Perfect. Also, the Palafitos (houses mounted on stilts along the waters edge) offered a unique twist. Some of the "highlights" were:

(1) Claire caught with her pants down on Lemuy. No car had gone by in 20 mins, so she thought she was safe to go to the loo! No sooner was she in midflow when a car rounded the corner (Murphys Law). I (Dave) did my best to block her from view and maintain her dignity. It got even more interesting when we got to the ferry (to go back to Chiloe). The guy was there and wanted to talk to us (!!) and actually gave us a lift the 5km back to Chonchi! Claire was morto.

(2) Another day, post breakfast, we came back to the B&B only to find a tall Czech guy (Jan) sunning himself on the outside dining table. He was wearing nothing but the skimpiest/dirtiest of Y-fronts. Very disturbing!

(3) Interesting fact - Chiloe has one of the lowest literacy rates in the world (Footprints 2001 guidebook). We think this goes hand in hand with the highest oddball rate. There is a thesis in there for someone. The locals are definitely a little left of centre.

(4) Now, on an island of oddballs - what is the last thing you want to do? Hitchhike of course. Well, while waiting for our bus to Queilen, which never showed up (very common on the island), we caught a bus going in the right direction. The driver told us he was going to Queilen but what we later discovered is that he was, yes you guessed it, an oddball. We had to get off the bus in the middle of nowhere. Amazingly the driver didn't charge us anything for this journey. Claire didn't like it but I felt the only option open to us was to start hitching. Pretty soon a guy picked us up and dropped us off about 10km down the road... still in the middle of nowhere. After about 15 mins another guy picked us up and took us all the way to Queilen. Hallelujah. I think we may have met the only 2 "normal" people on the island. Getting home was much more straightforward.

(5) I guess if we are talking highlights we should mention Carlos' cooking. He did some tasty pancakes for breakfast and some of the best chicken & salmon dinners we have had on our travels.


We enjoyed our time here and on Thursday night (23rd Nov) a Californian couple (Kim & Brian) cooked an awesome Thanksgiving supper for everyone ie us and them..... sorry I tell a lie a Spanish girl made a guest appearance. We dined on baked chicken with stuffing, creamed mashed potatoes, butternut squash, broccoli and apple crumble for desert - all polished off with Chilean Vino. MMMmmmmm. However come Friday night we were ready to move on... but alas no ferry until Sunday 12noon. Not to worry, we will have time to update the blog.


Enjoying the view from our bedroom window at Esmeralda by the Sea!












Boat on beach at Lemuy














Parque National Chiloé with the Pacific Ocean in the background
















Big Kids at heart....... writing our name on the beach with shells













Chile Rhubarb (Gunnera manicata)























Pretty yellow church in the background
There are over 150 iconic wooden churches (16 of which are World Heritage Sites) in Chiloe









Enjoying Thanksgiving supper prepared by Kim & Brian













Told you, its just like Ireland!









Saturday, November 17, 2007

Puerto Montt & Sweet Maggie

Puerto Montt, Chile, 17 - 18 November 2007

From Valdivia we caught a 3 hour bus south to Puerto Montt. This place proved to be a real crossroads for us. Would we take the 30 hour bus journey all the way south to Punta Arenas, would we take the Navimag ferry south to Peurta Natales, or would we drop down onto the island of Chiloe? We ultimitly decided on the last of these options.

While in Puerto Montt we enjoyed fresh fish at the docks. The local speciality is called "curanto" - a hearthy pile of fish, shellfish, chicken, pork, lamb, beef, and potato all cooked together! We did not take this option but instead I (Claire) had "concato" which is salmon with melted cheese, tomatoes & sausage on top (spot the German influence)- Dave had good auld fish "n" chips. They have rows of tiny restaurants, "cocinerias", each only large enough to cater for 10 to 15 people. They all serve exactly the same thing, i.e. fresh fish - so competition is rife. It felt like eating in someones kitchen, it was a pretty unique experience.

The next day we took a day trip to Puerto Varas (only 20km up the road). This touristy town lies on the shores of Lake Llanquihue and should have offered great views of Volcano Osorno. Unfortunately low clouds meant we could only see the base of the volcano. That said we had no rain and the day was bright & warm. We bumped into a nice couple from our hospedaje & visited Parque Philippi together.

The owner of our hospedaje "Maggie" was a tad creepy.... didn't really seem like she enjoyed having people stay at her place. She tolerated us. And, she was not at all pleased when we used her kitchen even though it clearly stated on the flyer that this was ok. She was the kind of person you might expect to pass on your way to the toilet at 2am. She would be standing there, on the corridor in the darkness, doing nothing - just standing. Spooky! Dave was so scared that he refused to deal with her re organising breakfast/paying our bill so he let me off - thanks Dave. We were glad to move on.

Friday, November 16, 2007

General Chile-ness

We were trying to determine what route we should take south through Chile when Claire noticed an interesting posting on the Lonely Planet website. A Dutch guy called Thomas bought some land in Chilean Patagonia and is in the process of building log cabins and such like. He is looking for volunteers to come down and give him a hand. He would supply all food and board in return for a little hard graft. As we had the time to spare we thought it might be interesting to go to this remote spot and see what is involved in setting up an eco lodge. We sent him an email requesting some additional info, e.g. will we be eating in an open barn and eating bugs for breakfast, dinner and tea? Are you an axe wielding maniac looking some Celtic blood? We got a response saying he would not be about for a couple of months as he is travelling in the U.S. and Japan. New plan required.

An interesting aspect about life in Chile is the longer days. Before we entered Chile darkness had pretty much always fallen between 6 and 7pm regardless of where we were in South America. Crossing the border from Peru we were told to set our watches back 2 hours which is unusual really as time correction for us has always been associated with passing left or right through time zones, not north south. So now it is bright until about 9pm and the days will get even longer the further south we go. Weird man.

Chile is different from other countries we have visited in some other ways too:

1. Drivers are not maniacs here. They actually stop to let you cross at pedestrian crossings. They also obey red lights and green men. Very novel.
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2. The canine population has increased significantly. Dogs everywhere. Most are very lazy, sleeping all day. Others are more aggressive, but thankfully their bark is worse than their bite (lucky we got rabies shots in Eire).
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3. Chile initially seemed a lot more expensive than other countries SA countries we have visited. But with some experience we have managed to find reasonably priced food and accommodation...and to Claires delight fresh juicy strawberries & cherries are incredibly cheap.
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4. Everywhere we have been so far in Chile clearly has a strong European influence. There is none of the indigenous dress so common in Peru and Bolivia. Nothing like same level of poverty. And here in Chile litter goes in waste paper baskets, not on the street or out the window of the bus.
5. Chileans love 80's music. It plays in cafes, on the buses etc (we hear Argentina is the same).

Valdivia

Valdivia, Chile, 16 November 2007

We left Pucon and caught a Jac bus to Valdivia (a short 2 hr journey). It rained most of the day and we did not get a good first impression of the city. With little else to do we decided to go to the cinema...yes, I know, we appear to be making a habit of this! We bought tickets for the 4.45pm showing of some American comedy. The only funny thing about it was the fact that it started at 3.45 and not 4.45!! So we arrived in mid-swing. The incorrect time was printed on the flyer's. After watching 5 minutes of it it looked pretty crap anyway so we were allowed to go to pick a different show. The only other English language film starting anytime soon was Hairspray...the musical...aargh!! I (Dave) did not have high hopes for this one. Thankfully it was not as bad as I had anticipated. It was like a well made spoof of a 1960s original. John Travolta starred as the grotesquely overweight mother...yes mother. It was hard to stop yourself from smiling and tapping your foot. That said, the musical loving women out there (Kate, Hilary, you know who I'm talking about) will definitely enjoy this more than the men, who, having been dragged along will be relieved that they can actually watch the thing without cringing the whole way through. I'm going to give it 3.25 stars, if such division of astronomical bodies is permissible. After the movie we walked around town a little more and decided that we had seen enough.

We then went to the bus station and booked tickets on the next stage car ...I mean bus outta town (next day at 12.50pm). However next morning when the weather was considerably better the whole town looked considerably better. Funny that eh? Anyway we walked across the bridge to Isla Teja, then back across the bridge and down to the fish market. This place was very interesting, not only for all the fish and other produce that were on offer, but also for the abundance of birds and sea lions that hang around looking for handouts. Some of the sea lions were colossal, bigger than anything we had seen in Galapagos. But like the Galapagos it was great to watch these huge creatures up close and personal.

Look at the size of the sea lion in the picture opposite!!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Chilean Lake District

Bus from Santiago to Pucon, 11 November 2007
Pucon, Chile, 12 - 15 November 2007

We were pretty tired by the time we got on our bus to Pucon. Arriving at our destination 10 hours later we both agreed that we had managed to have our best nights sleep ever in transit...most unusual for us. Hats off to Tur Bus and their cama seats. In Pucon we had a little difficulty finding our accommodation, Donde German, as they appear to have moved address without telling anyone. Pucon has a real Swiss ski resort feel to it. Wooden buildings everywhere. No actually, not Swiss but German. Back in the 1850's large numbers of Germans came over to colonise this and many other parts of mid/southern Chile. Consequently there are plenty of German coffee and chocolate shops, and German run hostels. Pucon is set amidst privileged natural surroundings; near a volcano, several lakes, nature reserves and thermal baths.

There was a lot of rain during the first 2 days we were in Pucon (Monday/Tuesday) so it was not until Tuesday afternoon that we noticed the huge towering presence of Volcan Villarica outside of town. It is a perfect volcano shape and covered in snow. Most tourists come to Pucon to climb the volcano but at 100 dollars each Claire and I decided to give it a miss. We were also feeling a pinch on our finances at the prospect of spending 3 more months in South America's most expensive regions. So while others were busy on the Wednesday climbing Volcan Villarica, Claire and I spent the day in the nearby national park, Huequehue. It was a full day and different parts of the walk reminded us of various other walks we had done in the past 4 months. The fact that the trail was a real mud-fest in places reminded us of our walk through the Cocoro valley outside Salento in Colombia. Fortunately this time we were wearing our boots and not our sandals. The fact that the last section of the trail on our return seemed to be all uphill reminded us of our walk to the San Pedro cave in Sorata, Bolivia. On both occasions we had no recollection of walking downhill on the outward voyage and so were scratching our heads as we trudged uphill at the end of what had already been a long days hiking. A large portion of the hike was on snow which was a nice novelty...until Claire slipped on her bum. Nothing bruised except her pride. During the walk you get incredible views of pristine mountain lakes, gushing waterfalls and snow capped mountain peaks.

All in all a great days trekking, so when we got back into Pucon we determined that a celebratory beer was in order...which was fine...until we met up with 2 lovely Irish girls (Grainne & Sunniva) who were staying in our hostel and we all proceeded to get completely smashed. Next day it was sick heads all round. We took a walk along the beach and then up to a local lookout point...and then met up with Grainne and Sunniva for an auld hair of the dog. By this stage we had decided that we would like to climb the volcano but unfortunately the weather had turned and we had missed our window. It was time to move on.

































Sunday, November 11, 2007

Coffee with legs!

Most folk take their coffee with milk & sugar, the Irish add a healthy dose of whisky but in Chile, however, coffee often comes with legs!!!


With legs? Yeah. It's called café con piernas, or "coffee with legs". It's a type of stand up coffee bar found throughout Santiago & Chile, where the servers are all beautiful, scantily clad women. They even have their own chains: Café du Brasil, Café Caribe, Café Haiti, Café Ikbar etc



I was nosey so Dave & I went into Cafe Caribe for a coffee! There were three ladies serving, each with tiny skin tight red dresses (so clingy they looked sprayed on) and wearing too much make up. Our waitress served Dave his coffee, she leaned a seductive hip against the bar & with a pout asked if he took sugar & then poured the sugar in for him! Apparently Cafe Caribe is a tad less risque than others, for instance in Café Ikbar they wear bikinis, g-strings or some other type of provocative underwear. As little clothing as is legally possible!

These coffee houses sure are a Chilean phenomenon. Albeit unique - give me a Starbucks anyday!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

South to Santiago

Arica, Chile, 6 November 2007
Bus from Arica to Santiago, 7 November 2007
Santiago, Chile, 8 - 10 November 2007

From Arica we drove through desert (Atacama), desert & more desert for the most part of the 30 hour journey. We arrived in Santiago and took the Metro system to our accommodation in Santa Lucia. Thankfully we had no difficulty finding the place. I (Dave) did some reconnaissance of our locality while Claire caught some z´s. Our accommodation, The Green House, was within easy walking distance of the city center.
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That evening Claire and I took a walk to the Plaza de Aramas & enjoyed a splurge in The Majestic Indian restaurant. Because we´re worth it.




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Next morning saw us taking another metro journey to the Las Condes district where we visited the Qantas office. Our flight to Auckland was booked for the 6th of December (less than a month away). We wanted to move it out to mid/late Jan. The guy in the office nearly laughed at us. He said there is only one flight a day and it is fully booked until March. However, he wasn´t a bad old bloke and started checking every day from mid January onwards looking for availability. He eventually found 2 seats on the 10th of February. Claire and I consulted quickly and decided to take them. We then went next door to Starbucks to allow the idea of 3 more months in South America to sink in. A little daunting really. On the upside it is the perfect time of year to be heading south to Patagonia.... and we´re certainly going to have the time to enjoy it. Following our coffee we went to the bus station and managed to get the last 2 cama seats on a bus to Pucon in the Lake District on Sunday night. A mere 10 hour journey. Then it was off to the cinema with some Dunkin Donuts for the afternoon. We saw Premonition with Sandra Bullock. We´ll give this one 3 and a half stars. It was pretty gripping. It´s nice to go to the movies and watch a movie that you haven´t seen any previews for or heard anything about.
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We also took ourselves off to the Concho y Toro vineyards, home of Casillero del Diablo. The weather was perfect and we had 3 different wine tastings in 3 different parts of the vineyard. Down in the deepest darkest cellar, where the devil hangs out, we saw the super expensive vino. The myth about the devil was created by the owner to prevent the locals from stealing his best wine. Being about 150 years ago people were still very naive and believed the story. After that no more wine disappeared.......

The remainder of our time in Santiago was spent exploring more of the parks and plaza's. Claire's memory was triggered when we entered the park at Santa Lucia. She claims that she remembers watching Michael Palin in Full Circle in the park being intrigued by all the lovers on the benches.

At the vineyard
Chile currently exports more than 70% of it´s total wine production & Cabernet Sauvingnon is the most widely planted grape in Chile. The two big export markets being the UK followed by the USA. Lonley Planet, 2006















Popular street decoration in Las Condes area



































Monday, November 5, 2007

Farewell kiss from Peru!

Bus from Cusco to Arica, 5 November 2007

So, the next stage of our trip. We decided to make the 50 hours journey south to Santiago in Chile. In the bus station we booked what we thought would be the comfiest possible seats on a Cruz del Sur bus – fully cama, i.e. seats recline fully to form a flat bed to sleep on. Bliss. This bus would take us 20 hours to Arica in northern Chile where we would then hop on another 30 hour bus journey to Santiago. Easy Peasy….or so we thought. However, when we got to the bus station in Cusco for the first leg of our mammoth journey things didn´t seem quite right. The Sales girl wasn´t giving us our tickets and she kept telling us to wait. To cut a long story short we had booked with what could only be described as con artists. They had bought tickets for us, that day, on the cheapest bus heading south & charged us 320 soles BUT the tickets only cost 130 Soles. They were asking us to wait so that we would get on the bus at the last minute and be gone. Claire was having none of it. Fortunately the bus driver realised that she was trying to scam us & he also started giving out stink to her. Claire threw a wobbly & headed off to call the tourist police.

Eventually she, miss scam artist, must have got worried that we were going to escalate matters because she gave us back our money, minus the nominal fee for taking this "indigenous class" bus. Funny thing is that while she was returning our money the bus had pulled off and was gone. She ended up putting us in a taxi to chase the bus. We insisted she come with us. She was not happy…but we were. It took us 30 mins to catch the bus at which point Claire and I simply got on without saying a word to the scamster and we were on our way.

I don´t mean to generalize but all the people on the bus stank. There was also a pungent smell of piss…and I mean pungent!! Thankfully after about 6 hours the human body had adjusted to the smell and there was only another 12 hours to go. Aargh!! Claire had not been feeling very well (head cold) getting on the bus so you can imagine how she felt when we finally arrived in Arica. Instead of hopping straight on another bus to Santiago we decided to take an overnight stay & recharge the batteries.

The following morning, feeling much better, we got ourselves a "real" comfy bus - see piccie opposite. It reminded us of our first bus journey from Rio to Iguassu. Big wide seats, food served, blankets and pillows. Exactly what we thought we were going to get from Cusco. But we´re not bitter.





Sunday, November 4, 2007

Cusco Pre & Post Trek

Cusco, Peru, 28 - 29 October & 2-4 November 2007

We arrived in Cusco, by plane from Lima, after 2 months away. Taxi drivers outside the terminal were looking for 20 soles to take us into town. It had only cost 3 soles to get to the airport when we left in August, inflation eh? As we walked past them the price quickly started dropping! We finally decided to pay 6 soles. When we had been in Cusco previously Dave had caught a stomach bug with all the trimmings, well, it would appear that bug hadn´t quite finished with him yet & he spent the 2 days prior to the Inca Trail trying to shake it off. By the time we set off, yes we, I (Claire) had decided do it after all, the worst was behind Dave, but he was far from 100%. 1st night on the Inca Trail it was my turn to take unwell, aghhhh - hail hail for immodium.

We visited the haunts we´d frequented on our last trip to Cusco: Jacks/Tapas Bar/Paddy Flahertys.... actually we hadn´t eaten in Paddy´s on our previous trip but this time we sampled their cottage pie, shepherds pie & a few gid auld Irish coffees. Following the trek we booked synchronised 1 hour massages - we lay side by side on the massage tables at the Inka Spa.

Dave by this stage was extremely beardy (last shave Popayan, Colombia, mid September), I gave him an ultimatum - the beard or me. Time to say adios........!!



Now you see it........................... now you don´t!







































Enjoying a celebratory Irish Coffee in Paddy´s

























Officially the highest owned Irish owned pub in the world

Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Inca Trail

Inca Trail, Peru, 30 October - 1 November 2007

SAS (no not the group of elite military personnel), the tour company we had booked with, were well organised and very professional which made a welcome change. We arrived at the trail head, kilometer 82, at 10am and felt like we were in safe hands. We had stopped off earlier for some breakfast where everyone, and I mean everyone, bought walking sticks with little rubber bungs on the bottom to protect the trail. Everyone that is except for Dave...typical eh?

We were a group of about 15 people (our guide named us the Superhikers) with ages varying between 19 and 62. Day 1 is called the "easy day" because there is not too much climbing involved. Whilst this is true for the most part, there are a few tough stretches that had a few unacclimatised folks puffing like "the little train who thought he could". The trail took us along the valley and past some Inca ruins before arriving at camp at the base of Dead Woman´s Pass (so called because of its nipplelike appearance as opposed to a sinister history). The food provided by the SAS chef was infinitely more palatable than that served up by Erwin in Huaraz the previous week. The term "chalk and cheese" springs to mind.


Day 2, "the difficult day", saw us climb to the top of Dead Woman's Pass (4,200m). After her bout of altitude sickness in Huaraz, Claire was keen to redeem herself as an able bodied trekker. She and I power-housed to the top and then enjoyed sitting in the sunshine for over an hour waiting for the last of our group to arrive. It was a long tough trek but we were ready for it. When it came time to descend on the other side the entire group moved pretty quickly and we all arrived into camp by 2.30pm. Other than the path on which we were walking, we did not pass any Inca structures on Day 2. The fact that it was Halloween we wondered if the Inca ghosts would come out to play.....and I think maybe they did. We were confined to our tents while a seriously heavy thunder and lightening storm raged outside.

Thankfully by the beginning of Day 3, "The Unforgettable Day", the weather had improved immensely and we set off brimming with anticipation for what the guides had assured us would be a day to remember...hence the name I guess (names given on the SAS trek itinerary). It didn´t disappoint. Almost immediately we were stopping by the Inca sites of Runkuracay and Sayacmarca, we were trekking over mountain passes and through Inca tunnels. At one point I (Dave) realised I had walked past an Inca site, oblivious, that I had seen from further back the trail. As I had time to spare I decided to run back the 10 minutes or so and have a look at it. It was a tough run and started the conversation about what was the fastest time anyone had completed the Inca Trail. 3 hours 45 minutes!! We couldn´t believe it. Our 4 day trek had been completed by a local porter (in a race in the year 2000) in just 3 hours and 45 minutes. Incredible, really incredible. The remainder of the day saw us pass the site of Puyupatamarca, "Town above the clouds", before starting a very steep descent all the way to our campsite at the Inca citadel of Wiñay Wayna, "Forever Young". At times our views were impaired by low cloud and at other times the cloud would lift revealing stunning views of the surrounding hills and valleys. Again Claire and I were first to arrive. There is definitely a competitive streak there that can´t be shaken. At Wiñay Wayna we were able to drink cold beer and bask in hot showers. It was amazing. After lunch there was an optional trip to the archaeological site at Wiñay Wayna. It´s literally 5 minutes away from the campsite but some people, tired after their days walking, decided to opt out. I could understand if it was, say, half an hour away...but five minutes!! I (Dave) had been there before (4 years ago with the lads) and I have to say I felt quite emotional on seeing it again. There´s definitely something special about the place. None of the guides mentioned it, but having been here before, I knew there was a bridge by a waterfall that I had to revisit. It was a little further away from the site than I remembered but again, it brought back happy memories. Claire also made an offering to Patchamama.


Day 4, "Machu Picchu Day", and we were out of the tent by 4.30am. Due to an accident a few years ago they no longer let you on the trail before 5.30am. People used to start walking in the dark so as to be in Machu Picchu for first light. It is only a 2 hour wak from Wiñay Wayna to Machu Picchu, or more precisely to the Sun Gate (Intipunku). The Sun Gate is where one would get stunning views of Machu Picchu were it not for the low cloud and mist that invariably obscures one´s view at 7.30 in the morning. We decided to walk down (20 mins) into the site and commence our tour. Even before the tour had ended the cloud had completely lifted and people were busy taking the picture postcard photos.

Machu Picchu is an incredible place and justifiably one of the new 7 Wonders of the World. It is nestled high in the hills between 3 mountains (Huayna Picchu, Machu Picchu, and Patukusi). When I was here 4 years ago I climbed all 3 mountains and looking at them now it seemed hard to believe. They looked a lot higher and steeper than I remembered. Fortunately with that under my belt I felt no compulsion to retrace my old steps...ok, maybe a tiny twinge, but I resisted. The one site I hadn´t visited previously was the Inca bridge and so I made my way out there. I think Claire had burned herself out over the previous 3 days and so was content to sit, hiking boots off, overlooking this amazing site listening to Inca Music on the iPod. By mid morning throngs of tourists were pouring into Machu Picchu and by midday the place was positively hopping. We baled out at 1.30pm making sure to get the Machu Picchu stamp in our passport before we went. After lunch in Aguas Calientes we caught ourselves a train followed by a bus back to Cusco. It was an amazing 4 days and is already one of the most precious memories of our trip.


Claire at Machu Picchu
















Look here, Inca Bridge!












Waterfall at Wiñay Wayna



















Inca Stairs!



















Yeeha, we reached Dead Woman's Pass!!












Claire models the latest Autumn/Winter Collection!


















Super Hikers with Porters!















Dinner time at the zoo!













Dave with Razul