Though the time restrictions aren’t as strict (gate opens from 7 a.m.-11
a.m.), it’s still a good idea to go early to
avoid the midday heat
and have plenty of time to enjoy the trek and the views. I set off as soon
as the gate opened at 7 a.m., with the ruins of Machu Picchu still
enshrouded in thick clouds. After checking in at the Warden’s Hut, I began
my ascent in the fog, going up the thousands of stone steps.
The mist clearing over Machu Picchu. Photo by P.O. Box Earth
After half an hour or so, I reached a widened part of the trail where there
was a clearing in the trees. I paused for breath and then noticed that the
clouds over the opposite mountains were rapidly evaporating with the rising
sun. This was it! This was my “experience-of-a-lifetime moment” witnessing
Machu Picchu appearing through the mist!
Sure enough, in a matter of minutes the Caretaker’s Hut was the first
building to emerge in a circle of cloud. Then, gradually, the whole site
revealed itself to the small crowd of hikers that had now accumulated on
this perfect look-out spot. Camera cards now well-populated, we started
striding again in anticipation of even better views to come the further up
we went.
What I didn’t fully understand at that point is quite how high up I was
going to climb. The stone steps along the path kept going, and as the path
turned with a new view over the ruins, the citadel seemed to be getting
tinier and tinier.
My legs were aching. It was starting to get hotter and more humid in this
semi-jungle climate. I distracted myself with sights of exotic birds darting
between the vegetation along the path. I stopped and sat many times. I
nearly gave up altogether when I saw yet another stretch of stone steps
looming ever-steeper in front of me. But somehow I made it to the top. And
I’m very glad I did.
A view of Machu Picchu citadel. Photo by Ana Castañeda
The view over Machu Picchu from its namesake mountain is unrivaled. Huayna
Picchu is reduced to a mere hump from this height. The ruins look like
little grey Lego buildings, and brightly dressed tourists appear as if
multicolored ants.
The view from Machu Picchu mountain also affords you the chance to put into
perspective the startling location of the Inca city of Machu Picchu. The
silty Rio Urubamba crashes round the foot of the mountain that the site
straddles, making it an almost island in the middle of peaks.
Mountains dripping with jungle ripple off as far as the eye can see. You can
even make out where the
Inca Trail
comes in over surrounding hillsides, and you can spot the
riverside Aguas Calientes
where you might have stayed the night, and Santa Teresa’s hydro-electric
station.
I sat for a while at the summit drinking in the whole panorama, with a few
other similarly mesmerized trekkers and some flitting tropical butterflies
for company.
And just like that, an unexpected hike up a mountain became the highlight of
my trip to the legendary Machu Picchu, if not of my whole travels in South
America, so far.
Rachel on the “Old Mountain” high above Machu Picchu. Photo by Rachel Ricks