Reaching Machu Picchu (Read in Following sequence Day 1,2,3,4)
All the toil of Climbing steep and narrow mountain paths, roughing it in tents, negotiating shocking toilets was in efforts to reach our final destination, Machu Picchu. Today marked the final day. The earliest of wake up calls, 4am.
After the heaviest nights of rain we all awoke on time to the sound of our cook Chu Chu marshelling us for an early breaky. Once we ate and packed up for the final time, Carlos called for the final toilet break. Myself and walter opted for the natural setting, whilst the two ladies opted to walk to the main toilet blocks. Whilst this did not seem to worry anyone at the beggining it turned out to be a bone of contention later on. Mainly as there was a big queue for the ladies which set us back about 15minutes behind the masses who were already queued at the final check point to make there where towards Macchu piccu. After a heated public discussion or should I say verbal spatt between the ladies and gents we settled into a walking rythym. Walter up front, followed by Isa, myself, then Harsh. It was quite funny in retrospect. The two couples who set out united on day one where now tackling the final decent ferociously as angry individuals.
The concerntration of trekkers was the most on this day as everyone wanted to reach the sungate before sunrise to get there first peak of Machu picchu from a arial standpoint. Walter and my self reached first. By now the toilet issue was a distant memory, it was impossible to simply take a gawk at the acient city with out waiting for Harshu. So I stayed back of the sungates edge waiting for Harsh who arrived about 10 minutes behind. However my chivalrous abstaining effort was lost on her as she rushed straight passed me with excitement to the edge and took a look at the pinnacle of acient archeolical inca sites before me. It was a special moment, fourdays of walking and the end was only within an hour away and visually attainable.
After a few classic postcard shots we ventured down towards Machu picchu united. Unfortunately the wheather gods had not shined on us. It was still extremely gloomy with spurts of torrential rain. When we reached the acient city Carlos decided to wait about an 30 minutes before starting our tour to let the wheather pass and the people to subside. Once we began our two hour tour of the Macchu picchu it was quickly evident just how skilled and calculated the Inca´s were as people. The town its self was subdived into different areas eg The noble people, the religouse and the plebs offcourse. The buildings stone work differed depending on these areas as well. It was amazing to think that all those building materials was transported to erect this site on the mountain so long ago without the aid of modern machinery. The only drawback was the whether on the day as we only had glimpses of clear visibilty. However when the whether did clear up it was spectacular. In honesty you probably needed more than two hours there to really take it in and learn more about the civilisation. I think By the time we reached there we were more happy that we had completed the trek.
Both Harsh an my self aggreed that more than the actual site and destination of Machu picchu it was the emotional and physical ups and downs the journey that we will remember the most.