The original Inca trail clings to the side of a cliff with only less than a meter from the wall of the cliff to certain death. Johann says go slow and dont fall. You could see in our guides face that this was some serious shit. Everyone was treading slowly grasping onto whatever was available on the rock face. Stepping precariously on Inca stones,nervously,cautiously concentrating on each footing. Absolute focus was required by everyone. Very few glances over the edge by some, no glances over by most. Being as high as condors soar with only a meter wide staircase to stand on was thrilling but also terrifying. I looked back at Angie and hoped she could get through this. At the highest point Johann performed an Inca ritual with coca leaves.
