The famous Inca Trail organised through the Inca Trail Reservations company, no less. A well organised preparatory meeting with appropriate information set us up for an excited early start, a long bumpy ride, and two tired and hungry kids. Porters, eager vendors, green rolling hills backed with mountains and bustling organisation greeted us on arrival. After a quick passport check we were off, chasing speedy Gonzalez aka my son along a flat and up a gentle hill.
Normal activity renders you completely breathless and after continued exertion, aching ribs, tingly fingers and an occasional headache too. The joy of seeing tents set up, washing water and soap and a hot drink not to mention incredible views, the wonders of walking through clouds, sacred cairn building, ever cheerful and friendly people and walking the historic hand hewn paths made it all worthwhile.
We got used to the colorful sight of porters carrying impossibly heavy loads in colorful hats and well worn shoes (even sandals). Incan steps: legs like rock, feel like jelly. On arrival at the the famous Machu Picchu we were simply exhausted, filthy and grateful to be there. Fresh faced tourists straight from the train mingled with us Incan trail warriors.