After 3 weeks of Peruvian Mania I bring to you my epic journey in written form!

Upon my arrival into Lima I felt like I was in Karachi, but with a bit less poverty. Filled to the brim with Peruvians, the town had short buildings to withstand earthquakes and permanent cloudy skies for the duration of our trip. It’s busy place with 9 million people but my first priority was to indulge in the famous Pisco Sour and get inebriated. Success!
Ash arrived the following day and we spent the next week touring around Arequipa, Puno and Cusco. The air was thin at 4000m above sea level and walking up stairs burned the thighs like a leg press workout. Arequipa and Puno were small cities with many wonderful sites including a full day tour of Lake Titicaca. At Lake Titicaca we visited Urus a floating island (literally!) and learned about how they built the Islands and their native culture. After the tour the President came up to me and said “The small instruments are 5 soles, the big ones are 15.” What the hell? He speaks English and he is trying to hustle me!? I was pleasantly surprised.


Cusco is the magical city of Peru – not by definition, just my personal and important opinion. It invokes the feeling of the Inca culture and their awe inspiring accomplishments. The Inca’s are the only civilization to never face a famine and were a society full of engineers, scientists and architects. They paid their taxes in labour and were surely unmatched in their creativity. Sites in the pictures below were marvelling considering they managed to arrange and maneuver 100 tonne rocks from 7km away down a mountain. To this day archaeologists still don’t know how they did it. The Inca’s reign ended when the Spanish came in and wiped them out for their gold.


Over 100 Tonnes!
During our tour of the Sacred Valley, we spent a day Ziplining. We endured a one hour hike up the cliff side of a mountain while gaining a spectacular view of the Sacred Valley. Then we zipped down on metal wires for about three hours till we reached the bottom. By the last few Ziplines, I was trying to do fancy tricks holding myself upside on the wire. Superbad!



The pinnacle of the trip was the infamous Saltankay trek to Macchu Picchu. Most people we met the week leading up mostly spoke about how they were taking the bus and bypassing the trek. We were de-briefed the day before and realized this trek was going to be 70km over 5 days through the mountains and jungle. Cool! We were in a group of 16 with two folks from France, two from French-Canada, seven from Argentina, two from Ireland, and two brown Canadians (YeYa!).

Day 1 was 17km and a long first day which ended in me with a pulled growing. Of course Day 2 was 23km and it was no easy trek going up to 4600m reaching the tops of Salkantay Mountain. The morning started at 5am and I had zero sleep and was walking on one foot with my left foot dragging. I opted to take the horse up the steep part (3hrs) with Ash and we walked the remaining 8 hrs. We ended the day in stiff conditions but we survived the worst of it. Day 3 and 4 were easy trekking days with beautiful sites including a hot springs in the Peruvian mountains and a small rave for 30 people with techno beats and the great beer of Peru called Cusquena.
In minus 15, he walked up in shorts and a hat to 4.6km above sea level.



Day 5 was the final and last day in which we visit the awe inspiring Machu Picchu. During the trek I spent time contemplating what the Inca’s persevered through to really appreciate what it takes to build an entire city in the middle of the Jungle. I can’t think of a more profound human achievement than Machu Picchu. That morning of Day 5 we would wake up at 4am and climb 2,000 Inca size steps (not small!) it was the only pure way to experience and appreciate what it takes to get one rock up to Machu Picchu as the Inca’s did. However, at 3:50am I was puking my guts out and had diarrhea. I was sweating profusely and although Ash offered to take the bus up with me, I knew that I could not live with myself not having that experience. I grabbed my iPod, put on some DMX and Cam’ron and the rest was history.
A view from the Inca steps approaching Machu Picchu
Machu Picchu is best experienced in my opinion through meditation and contemplation. If you do visit, take a tour and spent at least 2-3 hours on a terrace (in the shade) and just take it in. It’s truly a spiritual experience.


That night we said our goodbyes to a great family and some amazing people that we trekked with.
Crazy 8's!
The following morning we flew into Porto Maldonado where we took a boat 15km upstream into the Jungle. Although this was supposed to our relaxing period after 70km+ of trekking we certainty had our work cut out. Our group was a size of nine, five of which were the most typical Indian family and their 70-year old grandma. (Remind me to send my kid to boarding school when he is 10). The other was an older couple from the UK and they were awesome. James, the husband runs all the refurbishing projects for the underground tube stations and we talked a lot about business.
Instead of listing all the species I saw, here are the pictures of everything we saw!
Taranchula
A Walking Tree and move up to one foot per year.
Parrots feeding on clay
Less than 2,000 of these Otters left in the world
Praying Mantis
Canopy Walking!
Canopy Walking Part 2!
Jaguar
Jaguar playing
Toucan Sam
Monkeys!
Funny Monkey
Monkeys playing
Final Story (The Bolivian Road)
Okay, most people know I prefer not to drive along a cliff edge with no guardrail since a small slip is the end of your existence. Here is how the story goes: We were driving from dinner to our campsite on Day 3 of the Saltankay trek and we had crammed 16 people into a vehicle that ten would be rubbing their neighbours skin. Our two guides and cook were sitting on the top of van as we drove through a one way road with no guardrail close to a cliff and the driver CLEARLY thought he was Michael Schumacher with a indulgence for 80′s pop music. Soon we approached another vehicle in a game of chicken and our driver had to reverse – of course he didn’t do this slowly and we were as close to the cliff as humanly possible. After we survived that we went into another game of chicken with the military police that caught the 3 illegal passengers sitting on top of the van (our guides and cook). Worst of all, the cook was wearing an army shirt thats worn by drug dealers who work for the cartel not far from where we were driving. After 15 minutes of interrogation they confiscated their ID’s and papers and we were potentially losing our guide for Machu Picchu! The next day we went down to the station and managed to sort everything out but it was a bad ass day for the Saltankay crew.