Landing in Boston from London, Team Mandrin gathered at Logan airport and cruised up to Skyventure New Hampshire for the first of four evenings of tunnel training interlaced with four days of skydiving at Jumptown. This was to be the first skydiving & tunnel camp for the season with all of the team members assembled. What was supposed to be 4 days of skydiving turned into 4 days of rain thus resulting in zero skydives and 5 days of tunnel flying. Being the camera flier I couldn’t do much more than watch as the team was able to turn every single block and random from the new dive pool in the 12 foot tunnel. Some nice flying indeed……
Once the camp was over…..I bought a car and got ready to head down to Peru. Before heading down I took some time to reflect on where I had been and what I had done in the last several months. Hiking volcano’s in both Bali and Hawaii, crossing the Charles Bridge in Prague and the Sydney Harbor Bridge in Australia, touring the Taj Mahal, swimming in the Dead Sea, visiting the 12 Apostles in Oz & Dracula’s castle in Transylvania. I strolled through Red Square in Moscow past Lenin’s Tomb then into the Kremlin and Tiananmen Square in Beijing where a once upon a time student went head to head with a tank as the international community watched. I hiked for a few hours over the Great Wall of China and took the 6 plus day journey on the Trans Siberian Railroad. I also went to the top or just saw some of the highest communication towers in the world including Sydney, Shanghai, Kuala Lumpur and Moscow. It’s really hard to sum up a journey like that in a few sentences, but when I looked back I realized that I packed what would be for some a life time of holidays in just 4 months. Yet my journey wasn’t over. The Sevich Tsunami was meeting in Lima and I needed to be there. There were 10 of us in all, and everyone made their own contribution to the trip in some way, shape or form……
From my seat left, there was Kelly (Nancy’s sister) who is currently in the Peace Corp in Costa Rica, Leah (Kelly’s life long friend from Boston) currently hunting for a job, Brian (Jeff’s buddy from ages ago….skier and hiker extraordinaire) who is from NJ (and yes….we did hold that against him), Jeff and Nancy (co-founders of the Sevich Tsunami) organizers of the whole trip, Gina and Brian (Yes….another Brian….there were 3 of us) Gina is Nancy’s friend from high school and her soon to be husband, Brandy (from the ATL) who contributed countless Lama dances, Cathy (from Boston) was our sacrificial lamb. She accepted everyone’s hiking boot blisters for us, and of course there was yours truly, I’m just a vagabond looking for a home in Peru. The crew had gotten together and we found our way to Cusco. The trip had begun!
After the markets and some local food, off we went to hike the side of the mountain. Most of us….myself included didn’t want to push it too much and decided that getting to the first ruin was enough……Brandy and Gaynor went further and found some more, even better ruins that we missed out on. Those two were our rouges. One minute they were standing right next to you and the next they’d be on top of the hill you were standing next to yelling down at you.
After wiping ourselves out that night we got back to our hotel and had pizza and beer delivered to the room. We were all surprised when the pizza box came with a Ron Jeremy look alike on the cover…..it was either that or Super Mario…..none of us are sure, but most were hoping for the latter.
Our last day in town before beginning our adventure we decided to truly take it easy and make our way over to the markets. These were not your every day markets you might be used to in the states. Sure they had socks and underwear and hats and gloves, but they also had fresh squeezed juices, fruits, packaged foods, petrified alpacas, pigs feet, headless plucked chickens, pigs heads, full sides of beef and of course flowers. You can really pretty a place up with some nice flowers. Yes, it was a true Peruvian Market that was not located in the tourist area. For me that was a huge relief as the tourist scene was really beginning to wear on me. It was a nice reprieve to see how the locals lived and shopped. That’s something that I had looked for in all of the countries I had visited…..find somewhere there are no tourist and TONS of locals…..this was that place.
Day 1. The bus arrived at our hotel around 5:20 am. There would be 16 of us in our group, 21 porters (2 of which were cooks), a lead guide and an assistant guide (she was the one that followed the group and kept kicking the slackers last in line and making sure they kept moving.) The bus brought us to kilometer 82 which was the trail head and where the Peruvian government had setup a control point, passports were checked and stamped and matched up with tickets that had been purchased back in October. While we would be on the trail a total of 4 days, the government had limited the number of tourists to 500 per day anywhere on the trail. So 125 new hikers showed up each day to take their turn.
Day 2. Everyone that we had talked to about this hike had warned us about Day 2. It was the most vertical and the roughest of the days. Day 3 was cake to Day 2. Having to out do everyone in my group, I won the heaviest pack award and went from leading the group the first day to trailing towards the end as my pack seemed to be pulling me backwards down the mountain. I attempted to make the pack lighter by eating all the snacks that I had and drinking tons of the water as quickly as possible. For some reason it was still the heaviest pack out of all of us. Even the porters laughed at me as they were sprinting by wearing nothing but sandals, shorts and a t-shirt.
Day 3. We hiked, we smiled, we felt good. The hell of Day 2 was behind us and we had crossed dead woman’s pass. Our camp site was at 11,900 feet and a few of us were having some altitude issues, but with a little hydration, some food…..and puking a few times……we got past it and carried on. The weather was perfect, the sun was out…not too hot and not too cold we scaled the side of the mountain crossing pass after pass and ruin after ruin.
The trail was as interesting as the ruins were. One moment we were walking in what seemed to be a rain forest and the next we were on the side of a sheer cliff with nothing to catch us if we fell. It traversed the mountain side weaving and winding and sometimes going through caves and back again. Some steps were stones put in place while others were simply carved from the stones that made up the mountainside itself. Walking sticks would have been a good idea this day and the there was a lot of downward steps to be had and you could feel it in the knees. Lots of it was very steep as well, both up and down.
We passed more ruins and then more terraces in our journey finally ending at our last camp site for the trip. This was the end of our third day of hiking and those who were quick enough rewarded themselves with a hot shower while the rest of us, myself included went yet another day without and just enjoyed the final dinner. It was an early night as the next day we would make a run for Machu Piccu. We wanted to be first in line and first to the Sun Gate……so our wake up time was 3:40am. Ouch….that’s all I have to say about that one….
Day 4. It started earlier than all the days before. 3:40 am was our call to wake and get some breakfast so that we could get in line and get to the check point first. The check point opened just before 5:30 am and by that time there were about 10 groups behind us. Of course we were first in line and once we cleared that point it was like we were in the Amazing Race. We grabbed our ticket and made a run for it. Headlamps blazing we were going at a steady clip…….then, slowly but surely the headlamps started to turn off one by one. Not because it was getting light out, but because we had a full moon and the lamps were limiting us. With some hesitation I switched mine off……and after about 30 seconds of running just waiting for that ankle to give out I could start to see the uneven rocks that I was running on, only this time I could see much more and our speed had increased. We were on a tear as we ripped over the mountain passes and onward towards the Sun Gate. I’ve got to be honest….it was one of the most fun hours of the entire trek, going at a good pace with a full pack on your back and racing the masses that crowd Machu Piccu each and every day.
On that tear down the mountain toward the site, we past a few people walking the wrong way towards the sun gate. One asked….where did you come from? ‘Cusco’ we replied with big grins. Knowing full well that they had taken a train and then a bus to see the remains of the Incan empire. By the time we got there we started to see the flood of tourists that took the easy route and by no means earned the glory of being first on the mountain that day. They had their shiny hiking boots ready for the worst, yet they had all taken a bus up the hill and a train from town. It was a bit sad, but it made us feel that much better about walking around the site as we had come the way the Incas would have come back in the day.
The stone work was amazing. Seeing how the Inca’s built everything and finished it while it was in place was impressive. It was a bit sad to see how the archeologists who “restored” Machu Piccu a few decades ago did so. While the foundations of most of the buildings were intact, the structures had all been knocked over. So instead of replicating the stonework that the Inca’s had done once upon a time, they simply stacked stones to complete the structure. While this gives you a better representation of what the buildings would have looked like in their original state, in my opinion, it was more an insult to the past cultures that worked tirelessly in order to shape the stones the way they were. You’ll see a shot below with a round building….in the base you’ll see the Inca stones….and at the top you’ll see the restorer’s version. It’s hard to even compare the two…
Finally we made our way back down the mountain and grabbed some food. Guinea Pig anyone? Then since you are only allowed to travel in one direction on the Inca Trail, we took the train back to Cusco.
A flight to Lima the next morning allowed us to spend the day running around Lima exploring what more Peru had to offer. We found a great little lunch place that served ceviche. The tuna was so tender you just sat your fork on it and it was cut in two. Then a night flight back to Miami then Boston and we were home. There has been a bit of culture shock during all of this…..not in the countries I have visited but coming home to America. I see things that I used to do and buy that I can’t even think about buying any more. Don’t worry…I’m not all save the earth, I’m going green or anything. Just being a little bit more aware of what the American machine feeds the masses. Literally and figuratively. Anywhoo……all in all I’m glad to be home…..even though I don’t actually have a home…… I’ve got a full summer of driving across the country and visiting with friends and family….oh yeah, and skydiving! I drove straight to Chicago the day after I was back for Project Horizon then down to Florida via ATL and am now in SC. In the next few days I’ll be bombing up the east coast Boston bound for another camp, then out to Montana. Fun summer indeed!
8 Replies to “Machu Piccu hit by the Sevich Tsunami”
A-mazing photos!! looks like quite the adventure!:)
Posted by kt on 17 Jun 07 Sunday – 06:15
FANTASTIC photos as usual, Bucky!! what an amazing journey!!! loved all of the photos of brandy being a ham – hehehe… 🙂 good stuff! and yes, you gotta watch out for that Pearl – she can get feisty! 🙂 hope the rest of the summer treats you well – we'll miss your blogs! you just need to find someone to pay you to keep travelling the world and documenting it all for us to enjoy! and maybe we can meet up and join in on some of the adventures… 🙂
Posted by lianne on 17 Jun 07 Sunday – 11:36
Wow! This is really amazing. Looks like you've been really busy. What a great experience. Hope to see and jump with you again soon.
Posted by Raymond on 17 Jun 07 Sunday – 13:44
outstanding!! yet again, thank you…
Posted by arlo on 17 Jun 07 Sunday – 20:03
nice one bruth'a!
nice to know u were huffin and puffin up-hill
while i was getting married and chillin by the beach!!
Posted by Uri Richter on 18 Jun 07 Monday – 00:38
Amazing! I WILL do that someday! Thanks for sharing your experiences in such a vivid and real way, Bucky! Hope to see you SOON!
Posted by NISTA on 18 Jun 07 Monday – 10:50
Wow! Frickin' AMAZING! Beautiful pictures! I've made up my mind………I am going to do that someday!
Posted by Little c on 24 Jun 07 Sunday – 05:12
I can't believe you didn't buy a car from me. That's the last time I offer to take you to dixie divas.
Posted by patrick on 29 Jun 07 Friday – 15:22