Day 2 - The Inka Trail After being woken by all three cockrels, there was a tap on the tent and three porters were standing there with a selection of hot drinks.....lovely. Day 2 was the much reputed treck over Dead womans pass at 4200M so we opted to pay for a porter to carry the big ruksack. The going was hard but we took our time to stop and take pictures of the views, it was truely stunning, we were aiming for the beautiful snowcapped peaks and behind us a fabulous view of the canyon from where we had come. We followed the Inka made paths and steps through a forrest while being overtaken by the porters each carrying huge packs of 20KG trying to get to the rest sites and campsites before us to get everything ready. We had our morning break at the foot of dead womans pass, when we stopped trecking it was freezing and we were advised to change from our sweaty tops to something dry, then we pigged out on fried pastry's and of course milo and coca tea. We set off and on the way up passed a herd of Llamas by the trail on patches of snow. The trail was hard but we managed to keep a steady pace and generally were walking with the same lot of people, towards the top the temperature started to drop. Near the top Ian had to hold my hand as my willpower wasnt quite enough (also I was the only one with gloves!). We made it finally in good time, just behind some of the others(the Matt's Bernie and Andreya) which made us (well me) very chuffed. I was thinking how a few days before and certainly weeks before we were sure I couldnt do it. After a small weep but lots of smiling and photos we started the steep walk down to the camp. This was pretty hard going on the old limbs lots of steps but we were all running on adrenaline. We arrived at the camp, it was stunning...perched on the edge of the world . Looking out over the mountains we had lunch and sat chatting while some of the guys played on Aussie Matts guitar(which he and Bernie carried all the way), it was a nice sociable evening and the group swapped travel stories. As usual it was an early night, this was the coldest of them all and even in our thick down sleeping bags I shivered all night. A fantastic clap of thunder scared the hell out of EVERYONE exept for Ian who amazingly even after only 10 mins of getting into bed, heard nothing. Before we went to bed we were advised not to leave our shoes outside our tent in case of early morning porters passing by. We even had porters guarding our stuff, poor blokes.