“…not till we are completely lost, or turned round – for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost – do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature. Every man has to learn the points of compass again as often as be awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction. Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden
I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for Hiram Bingham when he came upon the forgotten Inca site of Machu Picchu in the Peruvian Andes in 1911 and presented it to the world. There must be better words to describe feelings like excitement and glee, but tenfold!
Trekking through the Andes ignited the explorer in me all over again.Legend has it that there is another lost city in Peru where the Incan hero Inkarri (or Inkarí) took refuge from the Spaniards: Paititi. It was apparently Inkarri’s oasis after he founded the city of Cuzco, the site of Machu Picchu, and it could be the very El Dorado, the “Lost City of Gold,” that the Spanish conquistadors Francisco Orellana and Gonzalo Pizarro searched for in their conquest of the Incan empire during the mid-1500s. It should have all the gold and treasure that was lacking when Machu Picchu was discovered.
The first time I truly felt and listened to the explorer in me was during my early years in university. I had a particularly adventure-minded friend and together we raced through the forest of the local golf course in the middle of the night, getting pricked by pine needles and soaked in swamps, and inspected parts of the university beach that seemed abandoned. I left that side of me behind as I began to focus on my studies and didn’t rediscover it again until I arrived here in the Andes and trekked through its mountains.
How has the explorer in you shined through in the past or how does it currently shine through?