Eric limbers up for the big ride. Nice vest. |
Machu Picchu was the last big-ticket attraction left on my
roster for South America this trip. By this time I was getting a bit jaded
towards the massive tourist attractions anyway but it had been said that Machu
Picchu was unmissable so miss it I would not. To get there we (Townie, Eric and
myself) decided to do the “Inca Jungle trek”, a package which involved cycling,
rafting, hiking, zip-lining, hot-pools and climaxed in a visit to the site
itself.
An early start was required as the boys piled hungover into
the minivan for the drive to the start of the tour. Joining our group were
three Argentinians and a couple of Europeans. It was shaping up to be a good
bunch. The drive out took about an hour and a half, and provided a perfect
opportunity to take in some Peruvian countryside. The road climbed fairly
steeply and consistently to the start of the ride which boded well for some
gravity assisted fun.
Highly enthusiastic about my quality wheels. |
The actual ride was a bit disappointing for me. We basically
just bombed some very poorly maintained mountain bikes down a road. Some of the
views were stunning but it didn't really get the adrenaline going. We did try
to make it a bit more interesting by trying to get off-road as much as possible
but the opportunities weren't really there. The pace was also fairly relaxed
for me even on the road. All in all, this was not a highlight.
There were definitely some views ... |
And some healthy nudity. |
After another drive and a sketchy lunch in a small Peruvian
restaurant we were into the white water rafting. This was something I had never
done before but always wanted to crack into. The rapids got up to grade 3,
which wasn’t anything to get too excited about but at least seemed a bit
dangerous. We were collected in a run-down van with a couple of inflatable
rafts strapped to the top. This did not fill me with confidence.
At the river we were issued with some South-American quality
safety gear and given a brief run-down of basic raftsmanship. Then we were
straight into it. The theory of rafting is pretty simple: you have a guide at
the back and some paddlers down either side. These paddlers, through joint
effort and the co-ordination of the guide, steer the raft in specific
directions and attempt to generally provide an aspect of control as the vessel
wetly careens down a large and angry river. There’s a bit more to it in
practice though.
Photograph shamelessly thieved without permission from Towny. |
A further potential infringement of photo ownership rights. |
I did get into some trouble in a slow section right at the
end, when we all jumped out. The guide had said not to stand up because the
raft would float off and there would be no chance to catch up to it. Of course,
the first thing I did was stand up. Man, could that raft move. It was clear there
was no chance of me catching the raft and we were approaching the next set of
rapids, meaning that I was in what you would call a predicament. The rapids
were going to be gnarly enough to inflict some serious pain (okay, probable
death) if I went through them so I was pleased to grab on to a massive tree
stump that conveniently presented itself (as the river was by now going too
fast to stand up in). All of this resulted in me needing to be rescued by the
guide, who threw me a rope from the bank.
We were pretty sedate that night as it was an early start
for a trek the next day. The trek started too early to have considered anyone’s
wellbeing and began with a dull slog along a flat gravel road for about an hour
at the groups pace (slow). I got interested when we got onto some actual hiking
trail. What’s more it was steep too, and heading upwards. It was good to do something
physical after so much time spent in drunken stupor at Cuzco. I got my sweat on
pretty thoroughly in the jungle humidity but was in no way the worst off which
was nice. After a couple of hours of this we approached the monkey house, a
little place set up in the hills where we stopped for lunch.
Part way up the hike, It is rumoured that the building with the bright green roof (almost dead centre of the photo) is a facility in which a certain infamous white powder is produced ... |
Lunch was a fairly interesting affair. Find out why in part
two of this spiel, yet to be completed …
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