You might remember that Eaman and I had to cancel our four-day hiking trip to Machu Picchu (here on out abbreviated as MP) after we both got pretty sick, but we weren’t about to let a little salmonella get in the way of seeing one of the wonders of the world. So once we were feeling normal again, we signed up for a four-day Inca jungle trek that fellow backpackers at our hostel raved about.
We left last Monday for a trek that involved mountain biking, river rafting, hiking through the lush, fruit-filled jungle, zip-lining, some pretty rudimentary hostels and the big cahuna: MP.
Even though pictures never convey the true beauty, I feel it’s the best way to summarize the amazing adventure.
The biking was less intense than you’d think because it was all downhill. But still a rush to slide down those slippery, windy roads. (It’s rainy season people!) Here we are in our gigantic but top-notch ponchos before biking:
A stop on day two with our tour guide, Amoroso:
With our group, us and eight Israelis:
Fresh avocado that fell from the trees:
A spotted pig!
Day three, after we zip-lined on the tallest line in South America. There were six consecutive lines! Wheeeeee!
Pit-stop on day three:
And here she is, MP:
Hanging with llamas:
Faux touching a spiritual rock that is meant to reset your energy:
After a killer uphill hike to the top of Wayna Picchu. About 10 minutes after, it started pouring when we were precariously perched on the peak. Simultaneously scary and exhilirating:
We did it!