Our last day started a little later as we thought we had less ground to cover. We’d been lucky with the weather thus far, but this morning and throughout most of the day it rained like a bitch, so much so that all the paths turned to thick, sticky mud. This didn’t present a problem until I started slipping around near the edge of the path, sometimes with heart-stopping drops beyond. With some coaxing and some very careful steps taken however, we made it to the top, and the rest of our walk was essentially downhill and on a road.
Going back down the mountain
I’d faced a number of fears on this trek – heights, spiders (which seemed to love crawling all over our tent) and even claustrophobia, but I had won through. It was a gruelling few days but we both felt a huge sense of achievement at their end, and slipped back into life on the gringo trail once we’d finally made it back to Cusco.
Laur demonstrates this cactus is big
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