then one day I decided to climb that hill- or rather mountain

It has been a long not really dream of mine to climb this mountain, in the picture above. The houses here are Willa Tika, in the case the entrance hall.

So I decided, because the time has passed so quickly, that i will climb it on Tuesday morning, leaving at 5:35 in the morning, getting back 'to the real world' by 10.

 In this picture, the mountain look very close. And that is what I thought. I did some 'investigating' the day before and realized that I was very wrong.

 All around this mountain is, going parallel to the one and only road, is River Urubamba, which goes all the way to Machu Picchu and finally into the great Amazon.

     5:35 in the mourning. The sun just rising.
To get to the other side of the river, i had to walk about 2 km to little bridge, then come back those two km, to where the mountain is situated.

 I finally got the the other side, and started walking on this narrow path way.
The strange thing was, I realized quickly, is that there was aboolutely no garbage, which means, NO HUMANS.

 Walking on that path was rather quickly, surprisingly, clean, without plants growing all over it.
Strange for a place where no people go.

 Going back to the other side, trees all around Willka Tika.

Then the climbing up started. Being down and looking up at the mountain, it looks rather easy to climb, with plants and no too steep. But I was wrong. The mountain got very steep very quickly, making me walk on four at a certain point. Here you can see the view from above, more or less the middle of the mountain.

To get to this point took me about an hour. At this point, because it was quite  lot higher than the bottom, the plants, long dry grasses which helped me to get up like a ladder stopped growing, and climbing became a lot harder. I climbed a little more. All over the mountain there are these cactus plants, and at the point there were many. Finally  I got to a point, where I decided I could not go any further. I had climbed more than the half, and the sun was already starting to shine strongly. I turned around for a second to take a break and my orange- I had an orange- just slipped out of my bag and fell a good half of the way down. It just disappeared.  

So I got back down and decided to go to the other bridge, down town Urubamba, and from the to cross back to civilization. I did know that I had to follow that path, which seemed to never end, to Urubamba, another 3km.

The river with a bend

The mountains. 

Walking on that pathway, all these plants glued to me. Thousands. 

Just behind Urubamba I found these amazing deserted beaches with black sand. 

And random goats. 

They did not seem to belong to anyone, they just STARED at me. 

This was just behind Urubamba. I walked down the path, and suddenly, realized to my horror that a huge side of the mountain collapsed, and the path with it. It was an absolutely straight wall, so going up was out of the question. Going down, at that point in the river there were no stones. So I had to walk ALL that way back. At my attempt to cross that broken path, my water bottle fell into the water. I did not have too much luck that day...

 Going back to civilization through bridge i crossed in the beginning, I saw this statue that al houses have- bringing them luck. They put on there the condor at the top, bulls, corn. Everyone has a different one.

One thing for sure- that silence, that loneliness, will not bring me back to that place.