My Gran

I know this heading looks like it might be written by a six year old whose grandmother has come to his primary school after being invited to bake cakes. Its sort of similar, except my grandmother came to South America after being invited to walk 42 kilometres to Machu Picchu.

Most of my beloved followers would right now be expecting some sort of wrap up of the Inka Trek which we have just completed, don't worry that will come. I sat down to write and realised that there was something more important to me than that, and that was to say how proud I am of Gran. 

She has followed her two oldest grandchildren around the world, participated in a tour designed for '18-35 year olds' and walked a trek that most people in their twenties struggle with. 

On day one she battled with a small dose of altitude sickness to climb steeply for two hours to the first campsite. Day two presented the not-so-aptly named 'Dead Woman's Pass', rising to 4300 meters above sea level. Gran had it conquered in less than four hours. The hours of downhill walking over irregularly shaped rocks, in the steady rain, didn't phase her on day three, her birthday. And day four is a story for another time, probably tomorrow.

Gran's open mind and no fuss approach is what I really admire the most. Many of our cheapest laughs come at her expense and she always can laugh along with us.

I feel genuinely lucky to have the opportunity to do amazing things with my grandmother, and standing at Machu Picchu with her and Steph is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life.