The weather was very overcast with light rain as we set out
early to knock off the remaining 450 meters of height to Dead Womans Pass (4,215
meters). The climb took about 80 minutes
of steady plodding up stairs and greasy cobblestones with numerous rest breaks
until we could stand on the top of the pass.
The weather had closed in even more by this stage and we couldn’t see
much but we did hang around for photos with the porters before they raced down
the other side to set up in preparation for our arrival to the morning tea
spot.
The descent wasn’t much fun. By this stage the showers had
turned to persistent rain, and we all got a good soaking. The climb down wasn’t too cold but it was
steep and we had to be careful not to slip as we descended. This didn’t worry the porters from another
expedition who were jogging past us down the path and stairs carrying loads of
over 20kgs. Even with my orienteering experience and studded shoes I wasn’t too
keen to try and break into a fast walk.
In the valley between two high passes (Pacayamayo) the miracle workers in
our support team had set up the mess tent and fed us a mountain of popcorn and
hot drinks for morning tea. Eventually the rain slackened a bit and Marco
announced it was time to go. Another
short but steep climb followed before we summited the Runkurakay pass which was an
interesting little dell in a saddle between mountains.
We didn’t stop for long at the top but made our way down to Sayacmarca, a small Incan site a short side trip off the main trail. This was a very
interesting site where the Incas had a small observatory above the now
obligatory farming terraces where they could study the skies. I (Eric) hung around in the mist (thankfully
the rain had finally relented) to take photos and explore for a few minutes
after the others left – it was nice and slightly spooky to have the site all to
myself if just for a few minutes.
Lunch was late at a campsite about a kilometre on from Sayacmarca (this was a
main camp for the four day trekkers), before we headed off for the last 90
minutes of fairly level walking (mercy!) to our camp at Puyupatamarca (Town in the clouds), an amazingly scenic
spur with steep drops on several sides.
Sam tried his hand at grass weaving while the rest of us dodged the
Llama herd that invaded our camp, happily wandering around our tents marking
their territory with smelly you know what.
We were all in bed by 7.15 with instructions to push all belongings well
under the tent flaps lest the Llamas wee on them in the night.
The porters unpacked the inflatable llamas for some gimmick shots...
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