My sister is doing her incredulous face, you know the one with the raised eyebrow and kinda pursed lips? Maybe it’s because I’ve just told her that I’m not really into hiking, and I’ve told her that about a day into our four-day hike to Machu Pichu, the Inka city of the Condor. I mean, we could have just taken the train after all, that would have taken like three hours.
The hike takes us up through the Andes, down into valleys and up through number of passes, peaking at the 4215m elevation of the ominously named Dead Woman’s Pass. Then it’s mostly down to our destination of Machu Pichu, the Inkan city of the Condor.
Just prior to this we’ve had to spend a few days acclimatizing to the altitude in Cusco (3800m), as the air is strainingly thin. Fortunately the extent of altitude sickness for me is a shortness of breath that ranges from annoying to mildly disconcerting, along with feeling pretty tired during the first 36 hours. I’m not entirely sure how much the fabled coca-tea and coca-sweets actually helped with the acclimatization, but they definitely didn’t hurt.
Actually it’s not that I dislike hiking, it’s more that hiking doesn’t really create the chemical cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine in the brain that my favourite pursuits tend to do, things like snow sports, motor sports or even my newly acquired mountain biking past time.
One of the great parts of this hike is getting to a bunch of Inkan ruins and learning the history of the people, which from what I understand is constantly changing as archaeologists continue to discover new facts about the civilization. The guides are really passionate about their Inca heritage and without going into any great detail, Machu Pichu was presumably the final rally point for the Inka as the Spanish pushed their way through Peru, but instead of hanging about their sacred city it’s thought that they pushed north into the Amazon, into their last great city, which still remains undiscovered.
What I have discovered though is that hiking actually has the opposite effect of my favourite types of sports, where once you reach a certain level of proficiency, it’s all about very narrow pin-sharp focus. Instead, hiking slows the mind down and almost untangles all those jumbled up thoughts floating around in your head. As the kilometres stack up and you wind my way through mountain pass after mountain pass, it’s like you relearn that ability to just let your mind wander, following random thoughts and tangents, turning menial little things over and over in your head.
For someone so plugged in all the time, it’s not just good to be able to take the time to do the reverse, it’s probably necessary for personal longevity. I never really know what to expect when I start a hike, as my friends will attest the whole camping, not showering thing is something that I tend to be quite vocally against, but I guess these things that challenge you are also the things that give you new perspectives and also the things that you end up remembering fondly. It’s been fun Peru, but now it’s time to get up and push on to the new adventure. Like my new Brazilian friend Charlie liked to say; “keep walking (Johnny Walker)”.