Machu Pichu Disappointment
Disappointments comes in all shapes and sizes but this one rates way up there as one of my biggest. The main event, spoiled by a shitty bout of food poisoning that hit me big time at 6 am on the morning we started the trek. Things were beginning to gurgle in the early morning but both ends erupted as we got up and I knew I was in trouble. I was sick twice more before we started to walk and I thought I could get through it but after a few kms I started to feel the dehydration and weakened quickly. No amount of the horrible rehydration medicine added to water seemed to help and my mouth felt like sandpaper. A couple more stops for diahorrea and then bringing up the fluid and I was in no mood to go on. I so wish I had because I was about 5 km in and the 1st camp was only 13 kms. So if you count walking 5kms back out again, I would almost have been there. The head guide, Fernando sent the assistant guide, Jayco, back to walk out with me and he was welcomed back with me being sick again. A couple of hours later as we reached town I was starting to feel better and that continued, but it was too late now and I would have to fill in a few days while the ‘main event’ went on, on the Inca Trail.
