As the train gently wound its way back from Hot Water Town to Ollantaytambo, it traced a serene path through the breathtaking Urubamba Valley. In years untouched by El Niño, this river flows peacefully, far from the destructive force Sanmao once described. Sunlight streamed through the panoramic windows, bathing me in warmth as the entire hiking group, clutching their bags and weary bodies, relished a well-deserved rest after four demanding days on the trail.
Yes, we had finally returned to the comforts of human civilization.
The conclusion of our train ride marked the beginning of our journey along the famed Inca Trail. The mountainous path I traversed for four grueling days could be covered in just an hour and a half by train. Gazing out at the towering peaks, I realized that the trail I had conquered lay hidden on the other side of those majestic mountains.
The stark contrast between the arduous trek and the luxurious ease of the sightseeing train underscored an undeniable truth: there is indeed a simpler route to Machu Picchu.
For me, however, the Inca Trail transformed Machu Picchu into something far greater than just another ancient Incan site known as the “Lost City.” Much like a pilgrimage, the journey itself held more meaning than the destination. The misty vapor rising from the valley, the roaring melody of the Urubamba River, the sweat-soaked moments while crossing high-altitude passes, and the laughter shared with newfound friends all wove together to create an unforgettable tapestry of memories tied to Machu Picchu.
I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to walk this ancient road, once used by the Incas to unite their vast empire over 500 years ago, allowing me to forge a profound connection with the sacred Andes Mountains.
