(continued from "The Lost Jungel Trail to Machu Picchu" part 1)
So I went back to the mountains whit Marcos, my best friend. And we thought that we can do anything and that we could get anywhere.   Both of us whit a lot of experience, but that is how confusing those small trails are. We start looking for alternative trails to get to Machupicchu.

Well happen that the Machu Picchu National Park has some limit on the number of clients that they allowed to the park so we start looking for a path that we could take whit some clients. We got a horseman (wrangler) and we lead towards Mollepata and then from there down to Santa Teresa. Ones someone told me about a place were you could see Machupicchu from the distance and we were looking for this place. They are a lot of small paths there.  Cows paths and small trails that were leading to different places.

So we were in the wrong direction which eventually we took the wrong path. We end in a small farm and we did try to cross this place But was impossible, the vegetation was too thick. and our back packs were too big and we were too tired There were thick trees, a lot of vines, no trails at all.  And when we try to cross it we end in a small clip, so we had to go back. It was a bit disappointing

There we were, two guides lost in this mountain. However we had to go back to the place where the trail was splitting and get on the right trail. The mountains look very similar, can be tricky. We were trying to get to a place and we got lost.  I think that was very ironic. We were in the last days so we had little food, enough for one more day.

But after the days your back pack get heavier There is an strange sensation in your body, because the trails get confusing and you know that you are not going to the right direction. Ones in the thick vegetation even a small vine or branch makes you afraid. I remember that when we were on the way back we had to go as fast as we could.  A dry branch got on my boots.  I thought that was an snake, so I did try to run faster. But was kind of impossible because we were going down the mountain. Marco was tizing me for a while but then we just laugh about it.

Happén that I kind of knew the path (I was on that path before) But that was many years ego and I did tell Marco about it. We had some maps and we knew more or less where we were going. The vegetation and the trails can be confusing. Eventually we made it to the trail and did set up camp late at night. And then the next morning that we woke up there it was in front of us. When we open our tent Machupicchu was there. Between the clouds. So was nice after a small breakfast we went there Then after we return to Cusco, the people from some companies ask me to lead them there. So now is open to hikers as the Inca Jungle Trail.  You can go there if you like, just contact me and we will set it up.