A Journey Through the Andes

The moment I set foot in Cusco, the anticipation of embarking on the Salkantay Trek was palpable. As someone who has spent years immersed in the lush, dense Amazon, the prospect of traversing the rugged, majestic Andes was both thrilling and humbling. The journey began with a drive to the Glass Cabañas in Soraypampa, where the sunset over the glacier peaks painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. The air was crisp, and the stars seemed to dance in the night sky, a celestial performance that left me in awe.

Our guide, Adolfo, or Alfie as he preferred, was a beacon of knowledge and warmth. His passion for the history and culture of Peru was infectious, and his stories brought the landscape to life. As we settled into our glass cabañas, the excitement for the days ahead was tangible. The first night was a gentle introduction, allowing us to acclimate to the altitude and prepare for the adventure that awaited.

The Heart of the Trek

The trek to Humantay Lake was a test of endurance, but the reward was worth every step. The lake’s crystal-clear waters mirrored the sky, creating a serene and almost otherworldly scene. It was a reminder of the delicate balance of ecosystems, a theme that resonates deeply with my work in conservation. As we continued our journey, the terrain shifted from alpine to cloud forest, each step revealing a new facet of this diverse landscape.

Alfie’s guidance was invaluable, his encouragement a constant companion as we ascended to the Salkantay Pass. At 4,650 meters, the air was thin, and the sense of achievement was profound. The descent to Wayracmachay was a welcome relief, and the promise of a hot meal and a warm drink spurred us on. The camaraderie among our group was a testament to the shared experience, each of us united by the challenge and the beauty of the trek.

A Glimpse of Machu Picchu

The final days of the trek were a sensory feast. The lush greenery of the tropical forest, the vibrant colors of the flora, and the symphony of wildlife were a stark contrast to the barren beauty of the highlands. A visit to a local coffee farm offered a taste of the region’s rich agricultural heritage, a reminder of the interconnectedness of nature and culture.

As we approached Llactapata, the first glimpse of Machu Picchu was a moment of pure magic. The ancient city, shrouded in mist, seemed to emerge from the mountains, a testament to the ingenuity and resilience of the Inca civilization. The final descent to Aguas Calientes was bittersweet, the end of the trek in sight but the memories of the journey etched in my mind.

The Salkantay Trek was more than just a hike; it was a journey of discovery, a celebration of nature’s wonders, and a reminder of the importance of preserving these landscapes for future generations. For anyone with a love of adventure and a respect for the natural world, this trek is an experience not to be missed.