A travel story about how we are often capable of more than we think.

Excerpt:

“Once, there was a girl. And the girl dreamed of the Andes. She wanted to reach through the ages to touch the Incas; walking along the same ground, over the same stones, in the same mountains. She went to Peru.

The first thing that touched her was the altitude. Like a vacuum, sucking the air away from her before she could breathe it. But she was not deterred. Up a rickety zig-zag railway to the starting point of the legendary Inca Trial, she and her friends went.

This was before the age of glamorous guided tours. This was when the Inca Trail had only just been regulated to require a permit. And although a guide was necessary, they had trawled the streets of Cuzco to find someone willing to satisfy the paperwork, who would accompany them as they walked, but leave them alone. No equipment provided, no meals, no bag carriers. Their walk, their way.

She hefted her bag to her back (too heavy that bag) and began.

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