Written by Emily 2nd May We were awoken today at the truly ungodly hour of 3:45 am by one of the Porters rapping on the side of our long-suffereing tent. Feeling honestly the most rank I have ever felt, even worse than Gandoca times, I dragged my aching self out of the tent, trying to improve the situation by telling myself that this would all be worth it as I walked up those last few steps to Sun-Gate. Breakfast forced down in a weary stupor, and we all collec...

Written by Emily 1st May After the sheer intensity of Day 2, we were insanely glad to hear from jovial Jose that the majority of this day of trekking would comprise our old friends, the Inca Flats. However, we were not entirely off the hook, as today we would be trekking a mind-bending 17km. Woah. Once breakfast had been consumed, which involved many a lashing of "Fanny Jam", a brand I can assure you is readily available in Peru, along with it´s more...

Day 2. aka. Dead Womens Pass. 30th April. Written by Rachel. The day of torture and hell had finally arrived. We had woken up that morning with a porter serving us a steaming mug of essentially leaves mixed with just boling water. Breakfast was hearty and the cakey bread was eaten down with plentiful spoonfuls of Fanny-jam. Fanny-jam. Lol. A genuine brand of jam which provided many lols during eating hours. Jose then briefed us on what today had in store for u...

Written by Emily and Rachel 29th April The few minutes following my waking this particular morning truly were hellish. This is due to the fact that, in order of appearence, the following realisations cruised into my mind: a. It was 8:47, b. This meant that we had precisely 13 minutes to shower and get dressed, c. Rach was still heavily asleep, d. There was still crap spread all over the floor of our room that needed packing, and finally e. Today we star...