Today we went on a trip with one of our professors from UPC. We went to a small town about two hours away from Lima. The town of Matucana was a small town in the mountains. It was a beautiful little farming town and there were a lot of nice people there who wanted to talk to us because we were Americans; and they don’t see a lot of foreigners there, or at least that is what one lady told me.
But anyway we were there to go on a hike to a waterfall. To me a hike was a well walked and taken care of trail in the middle of a national park or something. This hike was not like that at all. We had to walk to walk about a half mile on a nice paved concrete pathway before we got to the path. Immediately on the path we started snaking up the side of this mountain that was very steep and it took a lot out of us because we not used to the altitude. After about forty five minutes of practically climbing up this mountain we finally reached the area of not walking up but walking across, which was significantly easier but by no means safer. We were walking on a path that was dug into the mountain. On one side there were these incredible sights of the mountain that reminded me of the pictures that are in the tour ads for countries. And on the other side was a precipice that was so steep that one misstep could mean the end of ones’ life. If that path had been in the United States there would have been guard rails and all kinds of signs that warned people about things. But everything was perfectly okay. And once we reached the final destination of the waterfall, it was one of the most incredible sights I had ever seen in my life. All we wanted to do was take photos to show everyone the place where we had been. But neither words nor pictures we were standing just yards from.
Then we hiked back and headed home. The hike back was wonderful compared to going there. The hike back was going down and we were able to move down the mountain with the facility of someone who had lived there their whole life. The only downfall was that my shoes were soaking wet so by the time I got all the way down I was tired of hearing the water squash in my shoes.
But anyway we were there to go on a hike to a waterfall. To me a hike was a well walked and taken care of trail in the middle of a national park or something. This hike was not like that at all. We had to walk to walk about a half mile on a nice paved concrete pathway before we got to the path. Immediately on the path we started snaking up the side of this mountain that was very steep and it took a lot out of us because we not used to the altitude. After about forty five minutes of practically climbing up this mountain we finally reached the area of not walking up but walking across, which was significantly easier but by no means safer. We were walking on a path that was dug into the mountain. On one side there were these incredible sights of the mountain that reminded me of the pictures that are in the tour ads for countries. And on the other side was a precipice that was so steep that one misstep could mean the end of ones’ life. If that path had been in the United States there would have been guard rails and all kinds of signs that warned people about things. But everything was perfectly okay. And once we reached the final destination of the waterfall, it was one of the most incredible sights I had ever seen in my life. All we wanted to do was take photos to show everyone the place where we had been. But neither words nor pictures we were standing just yards from.
Then we hiked back and headed home. The hike back was wonderful compared to going there. The hike back was going down and we were able to move down the mountain with the facility of someone who had lived there their whole life. The only downfall was that my shoes were soaking wet so by the time I got all the way down I was tired of hearing the water squash in my shoes.