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| On the trail to Small Cusco | Huchuy Qosqo, The Sacred Valley - December 2002 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Legs
like lead and lungs screaming in the thin mountain air we ascended a high
pass and were rewarded with views into the ancient Inca capital of Cusco,
in Peru. Tambo
Machay, a series of beautiful stone constructions and waterfalls probably
used by the Incas for divine purification, are the starting point for
a two-day walk through the mountains from the Cusco Valley to the ruins
of Small Cusco. |
Above: the magic mysticism of the ruins of Huchuy Qosqo, perched above the Sacred Valley of the Incas. |
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A Peruvian friend is my guide and he is following the lay of the land. I
desperately hope that he knows where he is going as we take one cautious
step after another on this windswept mountainside in the middle of nowhere! From the edge of our grassy perpendicular mountain we have heartstopping views out over dark green and blue rippled valleys. At times the goat tracks give way to rock faces and we climb around, up and over.... with adrenaline pumping, it emerges to me why people find hiking so exhilarating. Crossing a second pass we enjoy great views of alpine lakes, and encounter big herds of llamas and alpacas. They start at our approach and run away with a comical gait! Sheltering under craggy rocks for lunch, thunder booms directly above us –it feels as if we are up in the heavens with the storm. The cold came in as if someone had opened a freezer door. With shoulders hunched and our eyes gazing at our feet, we pressed on over a third pass to view the storm whirling close by, snow peppering a nearby mountain. Under-dressed for the occasion, I was convinced that I was going to die of overexposure yet we came upon a group of colourfully dressed women and children tending their llamas seemingly oblivious to the freezing sleet. Ascending to the final pass marked by three Inca altars through the drizzle and low clouds, we were now clearly following an Inca trail, although the intricate stones were treacherously wet. Passing through a village of thatched alpine huts, the slippery track led downwards into a spectacular ravine and passed through “La Puerta de Leon Punca” (The Door of the Canyon), a solid and incredible Inca construction perched about 200 metres up on sheer cliff face. Hearts in mouth, we edged around the slimy cliff face never quite seeing where the path led next. A gurgling river led us past Inca ruins and as we dropped from the bleak altiplano to a milder landscape around 3000 metres in altitude the smells of the jungle began to waft through the air. Emerging above the Sacred Valley of the Incas on a narrow stone ledge we literally had the whole world at our feet! Though a non-hiker, but driven by foul weather and sleet, I completed the 24 kilometres to the age-old city of Small Cusco in one day. I was on top of the world! In a whole day’s hiking we had only chanced upon five campesinos and as we camped alone near scattered ruins, with clouds engulfing our tent and obscuring the holy mountains, this felt like true adventure. At sunrise we gazed from the ancient windows of ruins over the cloud-shrouded Sacred Valley – emotion filled our chests at the sheer ability of the Incas. How did the Incas construct these cities high up on mountain faces with huge, perfect carved stones; and how do these buildings stand firm today, despite the earthquakes which shake this seismically active region? Climbing to an extraordinary watchtower constructed on a rock with sheer drops beneath the audacity of the Incas prompted my friend to repeat in wonder, “The Incas had no fear.” To do this tour yourself, check out the "Huchuy Qosqo Adventure" |
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