When I started the trip to Machu Picchu I thought that I was a strong man. I was not. After the first day I realized that I was in over my head. Nothing was right, but I made it.
The second day would be the day that I died, or would have if it was not for Edson and Hilton making sure that I pushed through the pain, and reached the top of Dead Woman’s Pass. After this day I was born again. I am a new man because of this day.
The third day was not much better due to the exhaustion from day two, but I was again saved by Hilton. The fourth day was everything I hoped, I died, saw the gods, and was sent back to earth to continue my mission in this world.