We were woken up at 5.30am by the porters offering us a metal cup of tea.We had breakfast and then set off up the hill towards the next Inca site in the rain and mist. There was the same group of Americans and they were holding us up as we couldn't overtake them on the narrow cliff paths. Eventually we reached the Inca site of Runkuraqay, it's perched on a dramtic cliff edge overlooking a valley. We walked around the oval shaped structure (shaped in that way to survive earthquakes). We stood at the site and marvelled at the huge valley shrouded in mist. We walked up the steep paths where the girl was murdered and then to the highest point on this leg of the journey. We sat at the top and ate our snack which was a bit weird like sugar puffs and bird seed mixed together. I left a coca leaf under a stone on the shrine at the top to thank the Inca god of the mountains for safe passage. We then walked down the steep mountainside passing many weird flowers on the way that Milu pointed out. There was a funny, yellow flower called the "woman's slippers" and also a flower called a "bull shade" as it looks like a bulls face. We walked down wet, mossy paths through a cave and reached a swampy lagoon. We continued walking along the dangerous path until we reached the Inca site of Sayacmarca (11,456ft). We walked around the ruins and were amazed by the intricate designs, irrigation system and perilous position on the cliff edge. We walked down into the jungle and reached our campsite after an hour. We enjoyed a filling lunch of fried rice, sweet potato, chicken and for dessert just plain old pineapple jelly. We then walked up to the Phuyupatamarca along really crazy paths carved into the cliff. We passed through a large cave and through dense jungle. I hurt my ankle on the uneven downhill steps. We eventually came out fo the vines and bamboo, reaching Wiñaywayna. We saw coyotes running around in the trees (they look a bit like racoons) We reached our campsite before dark having walked down an old path with outstanding views of the nearby mountain range and the glacier called "Veronica". We could also see where fatal landslides had occured as there were gaping wounds in the forest. We visited the nearby Inca site discovered in 1916 by a Peruvian archaeologist (Milu was very proud about that). Wiñawayna was a beautiful Inca site, great structures and everything was intact. It was a little eery as we looked down to the river from the superb vantage point while the Incas immaculate irrigation system contiued to function as it did 1000 years ago with the water gliding down the drains. We walked back to the tents and had our tea, I declined to eat the pop corn and crackers which I found pretty disgusting. We then rested in our tent for some time, dad wrestled with his duffle bag as one of the porters had tied his up really tightly and he couldn't open it. Eventually he had to cut it with scissors. We had dinner which was really nice; sweetocorn soup, mystery "jumping" meat, rice, and squash shaped into a tortoise (really impressive). For dessert we had wine (a treat from the company) from a carton (it was Chilean which annoyed Milu). I was chosen to thank the porters on behalf of our group. So I had to give a short speech in Spanish and then hand them our collective tip ($210). The cook then gave us a speech in Spanish whichI understood most of. The porters then greeted us individually and walked off into the night. They have to get an early train tomorrow to go another Inca trail; incredible! Me and dad got some beers from the shop to celebrate completing the Inca trail. We had some banter with "team Ireland". I then waited in the dark while my dad went to the dark toilet in the jungle. I saw bats and glowflies..it was great! I had a horrible nights sleep because if my dad's snoring...it was so bad!!