Sunday 14th September 2014:
Covered in a blanket of thick white misty clouds we could just about make out shapes of the lower ruins. Carried by the breeze the mist lifted slowly to reveal it’s treasure. The ancient ruins of the lost city of the Incas came into sight like a looming ship out of ocean fog.
The ruins emerged before our eyes into a mountain city, covering the hilltop expanse and spilling down the sides in the form of carefully etched earthen ledges. Beyond the ruins the mighty mountain of Wynapicchu began to rise up out of the mist and tower over the great city. It was an incredible sight.
For some reason unbeknown to us today, we had signed up to climb the mighty Huayna Picchu/Wayna Picchu (Quechua for ‘Young Pyramid’), so at 8am we began the gruelling 1,180 foot climb up the seemingly vertical face of the monster. It took an hour of leg battering, lung exploding strength to reach the top. It would have been very tough as a stand alone climb, but after the previous days of trekking it was even tougher. From the top we had a magnificent view of Machu Picchu and once again, it was worth the effort.