To celebrate Jim’s birthday he ate an innocent Guinea pig…

To celebrate surviving the Inka Trail we got suitably drunk which is surprisingly easy at high altitude. We were the rowdy enemy of everyone on the train back from Machu Picchu as they tried to sleep. We also had a night out in Cusco with the lovely people from our group. We found a fun locals club, we were the only gringos and danced until the early hours of the morning.

When we signed up to the Inka Trail we had wronging assumed it would be easy. It took four days and three nights and proved to be challenging enough to be for filling. Hot rainy days soaked our ponchos inside and out. The views were spectacular as we walked through tree covered ancient paths. At points we were so high up it felt like we were in the clouds. Due to altitude the hush assents of dead woman’s path were easier for those who do little exercise (like me.

Cusco is filled with people trying to sell you something. We were overwhelmed by the amount of people approaching us. We quickly learnt the areas and eyes to avoid. We arrived in this cold but sunny city just in time for carnival. Parades happened in the street with costumes and dancing. Locals and tourists battled with foam and water balloons. Everyone was smiling rather then the humourless repeated attacks that happened in Bolivia.