It is 8pm...
This morning we went to the office of our tour operator to pay and rent the rest of the things. They gave us a map and we see how exactly we will hike the next couple of days. So it looks like the first day will start ok-ish with 12km, the second day looks like a night mare of 4h steep uphill, 2h downhill, 2.5 up and 1.5 down, all in all 16km. The third day is ok with 9 km more or less down and the last day is anyway when we are at Machu Picchu in the morning after a 5km hike.
So we have our moment but convince each other, that it will be ok. We can easily do it.
At 5 we have the briefing and get to know our guides and the group. Both guides are young and the group is also relatively young. There is one older guy, but the rest looks like to be in their 20s and 30s. Now Ruben starts to explain and I feel like I am getting more and more dizzy when I hear him talk. At one point I almost need to get up and go outside to get some fresh air. I feel sick. I don't know how I am supposed to hike uphill 6h in one day being a person that doesn't hike ever. What was I thinking? Everybody looks very confident and so I try to catch my breath and calm myself down. It sounds like once we survived the second day, it is a piece of cake. I don't dare to ask what happens if you get sick and cannot go on and noone else seems to think about it.
We come out of the meeting and I am ready to faint. Maybe my body will get sick tonight already so I can't go? What about Arzu? Will she go alone then? Did I really go that far and now I am giving up? NO! I will do this! We got all the equipment, we are ready and we will do this.
Now I can pack my bags.
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