on day three i awoke from the tent feeling a sinking feeling of dread when contemplating putting my backpack on my back for a 16 km day of hiking. even though our fearless guide assured us that day 3 was significantly easier than day 2, i was feeling the burn. my knees were not happy after all those steps. ¡ay mis rodillas! ¡no mas gradas!
so while the bolshevik was busy packing up his things, i snuck out of the tent all stealth-like, found our fearless guide, and asked him if it was possible for one of our fabulous porters to carry my crap for a day. there are actually very strict rules about how much the porters are legally allowed to carry. porters have rights too, you know. but thankfully our fearless guide assured me that they would be able to carry my bag for the day. i know, dear blog readers, i know. i totally pussied out. but you know what? day three, sans backpack .... fuckin' awesome.
after the inca sights, we got to hike through the cloud forest, which was quite lovely. it was all tropical trees, flowering vines and fluttering butterflies.
and then came more steps.
the last couple hours of hiking was all steps again. and even without my backpack it was killer on my knees after a while. and that pesky bolshevik, he was flying ahead of me, backpack and all. no fair.
towards the end of the day we were racing to get to our campsite before sundown. and on the way we caught this glimpse of machu picchu mountain. of course the inca site is on the other side and you can't see anything, but it was exciting none-the-less.
end of day three.