Hiking the Inca Trail

The weather is very warm and humid as I start. I start walking the long path down the mountain. I met up with my friend Claire down by the Uru Bamba river. The river was flowing peacefully away from us with the cool mist splashing on our feet. I took out the coca leaves I had brought with me for us to try. We stuck them in our mouths and gagged at the strange new taste. We tried to bear to eat more of this new food, and eventually got used to it. We start to head into the mountains. They are green and luscious, with the river flowing under us. After walking for about 2 long and hot hours, we remind ourselves we still have much to go and visit the ancient ruins of the Inca. All of a sudden, Claire immediately drops out of sight. I run to where I was her last and sees her falling the rest of the way down a cliff.