Waking up early yet again this morning, I crept about the room getting myself packed and ready as quietly as I could so as not to wake Simon. We would be beginning our trek along the Inca trail within hours and I was excited to say the least. Lil, Keith, Matt and I were the first down to breakfast this morning, and as much as we made small talk, I could sense a certain amount of anxiety at the table as we were joined by Tori and Talia. The palpable apprehension lingered in the air for the duration of the short minibus ride to 'Kilometre Eighty-two', where we met our team of porters for the first time. As each of our duffel bags were weighed, we were hassled by local women attempting to sell us all
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