After our trip to Olaytaytambo, the ruins and Pisac market- where I purchased blankets for John, myself and my ex husband and cute knitted items for Miles – Yure and I made the journey up to Huilloc (sometimes spelled Willoc).
I knew in advance it was well elevated, around 12,000 feet above sea level, but was not mentally prepared for the gravelly, extraordinarily narrow, steep winding road that wrapped itself around the mountain like a snake. In fact, it may have been more harrowing for me than the ride up to Machu Picchu (which was yet to come!). Yure doubted my ability to go up Machu Picchu after the experience in the car going up to Huilloc but I was determined to get through it.
You have to face your fears, right? I discovered a huge fear of falling off mountains on this trip! Lucky for me, not much chance of that happening in New York. I kept a journal during my trip, you can read below my amusing story about the trip to Huilloc.