I thought I'd write some excerpts from my travel journal about our Lares Valley trek.
The night of our trek briefing, most of our fellow trekkers didn't have porters, but by the end, most did. The air was so crisp, clean and THIN... we didn't have a chance.
On our trek, as we got further and further away from big towns, we took major steps back into history. Andean people still live a life that is the same as it was 200 years ago. Their houses were made of stone with thatch roofs. The houses had doors but, no locks. They cook on small fires using the traditional pots (no chimneys) and the sleep on the floor on alpaca or llama skins. They keep guinea pigs in their houses but eat them only on special occasions.
The men and women all wore hand/home made dress in the Inca style. And, wow, do they work hard. From sun up to sun down they worked. Jose said there are three rules
- don't steal
- don't lie
- don't be lazy
Everyone was always engaged in some sort of work. Some kids went to school but, they had to walk a long, long way to get there (2+ hours).
In camp at night, we were the local attraction for the kids. They weren't accustomed to gringos, so they watched our every move, always hoping for some candy or a treat. The kids played around our camp... throwing rocks and playing hide-n-seek... we were just too interesting to be left alone.
Hiking the pass was extraordinary. It was so hard. My mantra was "one foot in front of the other". I almost thought I couldn't do it... but then, I DID!. What a sense of accomplishment. It was amazing to see the horsemen and men herding the alpacas up the pass at nearly a run/trot pace meanwhile, we huffed and puffed (but still made it to the top).
The food was truly awesome (with hunger the best sauce). Our tents and accommodations on the trek were first rate. That being said, we froze our asses off. Who thought camping in the middle of winter was a good idea? I slept in 2 pairs of pants, 2 shirts, a sweatshirt, hat, gloves, socks and anything else I could find. Morning tea was a very welcome infusion of warmth and it was served into our frozen hands by the kindest porter with a smile on his face (and often a few local kids looking over his shoulder).