Everyone says go to Machu Picchu in June and July. When it is dry. And warm. But for me, I say that is ridiculous, and both times I have visited Machu Picchu have been in the final weeks of January at the height of the rainy season. This second visit included hiking the Inca Trail with my parents who were visiting Cusco for the week. Results> fog, rain, rock solid calves, and a sense of accomplishment.
The Inca Trail is 42 km of work. Although there are numerous porters carrying your tents, food, and everything to make backpacking seem less like actually backpacking, you still carry your sleeping bags, mats, and clothes. After months of research (and searching), I settled on going with Cusco Explorers for $250 which is… the upside to hiking it in the rainy season. Less tourists, less money.
The first day is a 11km walk up the valley over a relativity flat trail. The second day is where it gets intense. You start at 2900m and go over a pass at 4200m (dead woman’s pass) before dropping down to 3800m over 12km. The result? Coming into camp with my legs violently shaking. The third day is longer, 16km, with stops to some ruins along the way before getting into a campsite 6km away from Machu Picchu complete with hot showers and a restaurant. This doesn’t feel like backpacking.
Unfortunately, there had been a landslide on the last leg of the trail, so we had to hike down to Aguas Calientes and arrive to Machu Picchu (not via the Sun Gate) wet, tired, happy, accomplished.
As our guide said, the trail is challenging, unforgettable, and eunich (wait thats not right, he meant unique). The experience of a lifetime and the chance to check yet another thing off my bucket list.