We returned from an adventure, the subject box is no exaggeration, that took us through a physical endurance test
we don’t wish to repeat too soon, if ever. We read on our return that it is the toughest trek in the region.
Briefly, the only way to get to the Choquequirao Ruins is by foot. To achieve this, we hiked 45 miles over 3 days
return, acquired elevation of more than 12,000 feet with over a mile (6,000 feet) on the second day. The climb on
that day was both a test of physical and mental endurance. There were times one wanted to sit and ‘cry for Mom’.
However, we knew Mom was probably at work and besides, we’d only feel foolish. The solution was to put on the
brave face, one foot ahead of the other and move upwards, especially over a two-mile stretch, rising 1,500 feet
per mile. As an aside, there are so few people on the trail—a busy day at these amazing ruins is about 12 visitors.
Machu Picchu has 5,000 per day.
We thought we’d display a few photographs as an opener followed by a more detailed explanation of the trek
which revealed much of Peru, its people, the poverty and phenomenon of the Peruvian Andes Mountains. Our visit
to this part of the world has been an eye-opener—having a striking impact upon us. Later writings will expand
upon this.
We hope you share and enjoy this adventure that kept us in awe as well as shaking our heads and wondering whether
we had ‘bit off too much’.
Looking down the canyon in early evening
On return to camp from Choquequirao, we anticipated a spectacular sunset.
Approaching the ruins from the side and looking down at the 'terraces'.
Part of the Salkantay Mountain range, the other side from our previous trek.
Here comes the editor, up muscle-straining slopes.
Looking down to the River Rio Apurimac (4,000 feet from top) and then having to climb 6,000 feet up on the
other side. Huh!.
Impressive architecture and construction in Choquequirao (14th century)—looks better than
those in Cusco.
Some light relief—not a hike for Passover.
A huffing and puffing giant of over 20,000 feet.
Main Street Cachora, the commencement point—quite a sight for a spoiled westerner.
We were the only residents but had a lot of friends for company including dogs, cats, pigs, mules,
a cow and calf at camp 2.
Sun rays catch back-mountain early evening.
Across the river, trail takes us to Santa Rosa (lush area), 1km upwards—just the beginning..
Salkantay Mountain seen from the other side of the Salkantay Trek of two weeks ago.
The clouds around the mountains are wonderful in the area, some mountains over 20,000 feet high.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
No! You cannot sleep inside our tent...unless the editor is prepared to sleep outside.
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