The Inca Trail – Dead Woman’s Pass

Dead Woman's Pass

Looking back down from Warmiwañusqa ‘Dead Woman’s Pass’ into the clouds

‘Dead Woman’s Pass’ hardly an appealing name is it! Not the kind of name that lends itself to a good nights sleep prior to tackling it either. But here we were after a very disturbed night ready to attempt the highest pass on The Inca Trail. The twin nagging thoughts of would we be able to make it over the pass without succumbing to altitude sickness and why the hell was it called ‘Dead Woman’s Pass’ in the first place were probably on most people’s minds as we trudged out of camp that morning.

After a bit of research this was the best I could come up with for the name – Of all the notable features along the way, the most talked about is Dead Woman’s Pass (“Warmiwañusca” in the Quechua language). This naturally occurring feature is so named because, when seen from the valley below, its crests resemble the form of a woman’s supine body. What makes Dead Woman’s Pass so famous (or infamous) is its altitude. At 4,215m (13,828 ft), it’s the highest (and most dreaded) point of the Inca Trail, and nearly 1,800m (5,905 ft) higher than the altitude of Machu Picchu itself.

Warmiwañusqa

4215m above sea-level at Warmiwañusqa or ‘Dead Woman’s Pass’ and looking way too smug!

So it was with some trepidation that we trudged up the rocky path towards the ever looming col above. Onward and upward and then suddenly we were there! No fanfare, no life affirming moment, just relief that from that point onward the trail (for now) at least was going to be downhill for a while. The pass was shrouded in mist as the clouds were yet to burn off and the views were restricted as a result and so it was that we sat and sweated profusely in a swirl of vaporous mist at the highest point of the trail. Thankfully there were no dead women in our group and so after a while to get our breaths back we started over again trekking along the trail.

The scenery becomes very mountainous on this part of the trail due to the altitude and the weather markedly cooler. We descended towards the campsite used by most trekking groups at Pacamayo (3,500m). Here we paused to drink some much needed fluids and donned our waterproofs for the first time on the trek as the heavens began to open above us.

Runkuracay Pass

Water Proofs on during the steep ascent to the Runkuracay Pass

Now trekking upwards again we headed for the second pass of the day Runkuracay which is at another eye watering height of (3,950m). We paused at the old ruined fort which guards the pass at Runkuracay as the rain poured down upon us. Although our guide gave us an informative talk about the old fort all anyone wanted to do at this point was move on as we were now drenched through to the bone.

Runkuracay Fort

Runkuracay Fort guarding the Inca Trail to the pass above and looking out over the Pacamayo Valley

Upwards and onwards through the rain this section of the trail, up till the 3rd pass, is particularly beautiful as the path crosses high stone embankments and skirts deep precipices. About 1 hour after the 2nd pass we arrived at Sayacmarca via a superbly designed stone staircase. The name Sayacmarca means ‘Inaccessible Town’ which describes the position of these ruins pretty perfectly, the town is protected on three sides by sheer cliffs. No one knows the exact purpose of these ruins but they are magnificent.

Beautiful cloud forests

Trekking through the beautiful cloud forests full of orchids, hanging mosses, tree ferns and flowers

From here the path descends into beautiful cloud forests full of orchids, hanging mosses, tree ferns and flowers before passing through the famous Inca tunnel, carved into the sheer rock.

Here we came across a group of Americans floundering in the wet, steep and slimy stones in the tunnel. We offered our assistance but they insisted they were OK weighed down as they were with way too much gear for such a trek. They looked geared up to tackle a Himalayan Peak and it was all way overboard for a trek such as this.

Later, (much later) we would see their head torches flicker along the twisting trail in the night sky as they wandered into camp hours behind everyone else split up as a group and totally bedraggled by the weather. It was a sorry sight! They received a round of whoops and applause from around the campsite in a way that only Americans can (sorry to my American friends but you understand where I’m coming from).

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The terraces and ruins of Phuyupatamarca ‘Town in the Clouds’

We climbed up to the 3rd pass (3,700m). The view from the pass (so I’m told) offers excellent views of several snow-capped peaks including Salkantay (6,271m) and Veronica (5,750m) but on a day like today with cloud and clag all views were obscured. A few minutes after the pass are the ruins of  Phuyupatamarca, and our campsite for the night. We would camp at (3,600m) our second highest camp on the trek. The name means ‘Town in the Clouds’ and it certainly lived up to it’s billing.

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Our campsite at Phuyupatamarca ‘Town in the Clouds’

As night drew in and the clouds below us dissipated the surrounding mountains were gradually revealed to us and snow capped peaks could be glimpsed in the distance. This was a beautiful place to camp and I have never before or since spent a night under canvas in such an amazing setting.

Christian

Christian from Austria braving the cold night to get those all elusive snaps of the snowy mountains

Andean Mountains

The snow-capped and glaciated Andean mountains peek through the clouds

We withdrew to bed that night a small band of very tired but also very contended and happy hikers. The days trekking had been challenging and magnificent but tomorrow offered even more, the big prize – Machu Picchu itself!

Phuyupatamarca Camp

Goodnight from Phuyupatamarca Camp

Next in this series of travel dispatches – The Inca Trail – Machu Picchu

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The Inca Trail – Ascent to Llulluchapampa

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Climbing away from Llaqtapata and starting the trek to Camp 2 at Llulluchapampa 3840m

The next morning we awoke to some truly dazzling mountain scenery as the clear summits revealed themselves to us one by one in the early morning sunshine.

Llactapata was quiet and very still this morning, we could hear birdsong and the soft wind rustling the leaves in the trees along the valley floor. The hordes that trek The Inca Trail rarely stop here in their haste to reach ‘Dead Woman’s Pass’ a day earlier than our little team were prepared to do and that decision by us was already beginning to look like it was paying dividends. Continue reading

The Inca Trail – Km82

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The famous start of The Inca Trail with our team all gathered beneath the Km82 sign

Piscaycucho also known as Km82 is the start of the Classic Inca Trail and it is where we met our porters and treking crew for the start of the trail. We’d arrived here earlier via a short, dusty and very bumpy drive along a potholed and lumpy track.

This little expedition however had almost not got off the ground at all as we had waited for almost three hours that morning at our hotel in Ollantayambo waiting to meet our guide and driver who had inexplicably managed to get lost on the way to pick us up! Not a very audacious start to a five day trek in the high mountains being guided one might think. Continue reading

The Inca Trail – Along The Sacred Valley

The magnificent backdrop and setting of Ollantaytambo

The magnificent backdrop and setting of the inca city of Ollantaytambo

We awoke early in the morning ready to catch the minibus up The Sacred Valley. To get us to the trailhead we had been booked onto a day tour up the valley to the Incan settlement of Ollantaytambo which also enabled us to see some of the ancient sites and structures along the way. Continue reading