Rain rain go away

This week we did the Inca Trail trek.  It was pretty hard at times, but the camping was totally camping in style.  The term 'glamping' was thrown around - glamour camping.  Sure we slept in tents, we survived with baby wipe baths and the toilets were beyond feral.  But the food was bloody amazing, we got woken up to a warm cup of tea in our tents and we struggled up the mountains carrying nothing more than our cameras and a bottle of water.

The porters are the toughest blokes ever - there are rules now on the trail limiting them to carrying 'only' 25 kilos - but when you see some dude running up a mountain with a gas bottle sticking out the top of a tarp tied onto their back your're like 'holy shit - these guys are amazing'.  So they race up the mountain and by the time you struggle up there, they've set up the tents, prepared you a snack and a hot drink and are halfway through getting your dinner ready.

The trek itself was pretty tough, but not as tough as I was expecting.  The second day, climbing up to 4200m was pretty hard.  The stairs climbing to the peak were large, awkward, and rocky.  The altitude was getting to all of us - we would take 10 minutes to walk 100m and then have to stop to get our breath back.  But we all made it, and our guides set a nice pace that meant within 10 minutes of the fastest people reaching the top, the slowest people also caught up to us.

Melissa and I pretty happy at reaching the 4200m marker.

Our guides had informed us that it was the dry season and we didn't have to worry about the rain.  They were right - on the first day.  Day one was brilliant and sunny, we tramped along the trail, moving aside for porters, donkeys and locals all loaded up.  We got to camp and noticed a few clouds overhead.  Nothing to worry about said the guides - it's the dry season.  An hour later it started raining.  It rained all night.  It rained on and off the next day.  It rained all the next night.  We woke to a quarter inch of water in the bottom of our tent and the mountains now had fresh snowy peaks.  Melissa's sleeping bag was soaked up to the knees, my passport and day bag were not looking to healthy and our resident American was grumpy as all hell, telling us 'I didn't sign up for this' (?then WTF did you sign up for love?)

And it continued to rain.  But we trekked on...

Snow capped peaks in the dry season?