One thing about camping despite the discomfort is that the tents always look bigger on the outside.but in reality they are like a Tardis in reverse. I woke up to the sight of Bryce's hairy arse crack about 12 inches from my face.
Must have blown nose for most of the night, not sure my tent-mate was impressed. But the good news is I survived the night. Not sure the temperature dropped that much. Got the wake up call from the porters at 5 am and had choice of hot choc, coca tea or coffee in the tent. The facilities are much more conventional at this campsite and I didn't have to "convert".
We have 2 more passes today but they should be less steep. The first one is called Pacasmayo due to the name of the ruins at the top. All very picturesque. We also went through tunnels and saw humming birds and butterflies as the second pass, Phuyupatamarca, took us through the jungle.
At the end of the day's trek we caught a glimpse the town Aguas Calientes which means Machu Picchu is just around the corner. Our final campsite is a real Gringo treasure - you can pay 6 soles for a hot shower (I didn't) or 6 soles for a beer (I did, repeatedly). The cold is getting better and I am only blowing every hour now. I final meal was beef goulash with mash, rice and fried pots. Afterwards we dished out the monies to the porters and cooks and I was asked to do an impromptu speech which was a bit rubbish as I hadn't prepared anything. After the meal there was lots of squabbling amongst the porters and calculators being typed furiously. Tomorrow is an even more unsociable start at 4am so we can go and beat the crowds and see Machu Picchu from the sun gate.
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