Damien Hirst at Tate Museum


Random musings, tales of my travel, etc.

Tales of Peru (Part 7)

The third day of hiking is supposed to be the most beautiful. Supposed to. It turned out to be incredibly foggy, though thankfully it never actually rained. We walked down and down, through (what we were told) were incredible views. From the Andean highlands through a jungle layer.

The mist took away the grandiosity of the day, but added a shroud of mysticism to the amazing ruins we were seeing.

Some llamas were happy to show us the way to the bathroom.

We stopped for lunch and took a group shot. The porters introduced themselves. It was incredibly humbling. They're mostly all farmers who take a break from farming in the dry season to earn some extra money porter-ing along the Inca trail. They're hard-working, humble, shy, and surprisingly old - from 40-63. Makes me even more in awe of their incredible strength and endurance carrying our huge packs around.

After lunch, we kept descending, and lo and behold, the clouds began to clear. Perfect timing. We were arriving at the most spectacular ruins of the day. And, what turned out to be, the most spectacular views (and photos) of the entire trip. Even more so than at Machu Picchu the next day.

Unbelievable! This is one of my favorite shots from the entire trip

We arrived at our final campsite of the day. Lines of tents on narrow steppes. Everyone fighting for position to be first in line to pass through the checkpoint tomorrow morning for Machu Picchu.

Andrew Carman