Sitting in a plane seat is where I do my most harsh, critical self-analysis. Every single motive, inspiration, and decision is questioned. My goals and my direction are objectively put on trial and often by the end of a long flight they have entirely changed. It’s an emotional process that often comes with some harsh self-realizations.

Maybe it is the silence and solitude of a long flight that gives me the space to go deeper. Maybe it’s the expectation of a clean slate or a fresh start in my new destination. It could be the chance of an optional personal reset that entices me to reflect on who I have been and how that could change when I step out of the terminal on the other end of my transit.

When I book a flight of more than ten hours, I am checking in to an existential crisis meeting with myself. It’s not as alarming as it may sound and in reality, I shouldn’t need to soar across the world in a metal tube to delve deep within and question myself. But I do, and it’s a pattern.

This week I flew for 43 hours from Bali in Indonesia to Lima in Peru. If there was ever a time that I was going to reflect it would be in the mirror of my longest ever transit.

My head floated from one area of my life to the next making comparisons, connections and conclusions. There’s nothing to hide from in this life, being open and honest is the only way to be free. As soon as you start to conceal you hide away from ever grabbing your own freedom. I have no instinct to withdraw and no natural reaction to hide my flaws and fears from myself or from you. I’m not afraid to admit to my own existential crisis. I almost think if I’m not having one, I’m shying away from one I should be having.

I’m currently struggling with my purpose. I’ve forever said the most relatable quote for me is, “Nobody knows what the fuck they are doing.”

I find that quote explanatory of the fact that everyone is likely feeling a similar way despite the front they might be exposing. Think about those friends who seem most sure of themselves, their career path and their direction. After everything I have experienced in my life so far, I find such a level of confidence and certainty frighteningly naive.

I’m struggling to accept the notion of completing a project relatively large yet also relatively small. It depends on what it is being compared and to who is doing the comparison. The fact is that none of those even matter for the hundreds of children the project was aimed at helping. Nonetheless, it is on my mind. For example, recently I finished working on Project Lombok. A campaign where I worked alongside an organization to raise enough funds to build six pop-up schools. We managed to raise over $100,000 to enable more than 1000 students to return to school on the island of Lombok.

This is a huge achievement and an incredibly successful outcome. I truly do know that and I have let them hit me wholly. It took four months of intensive work, bold ideas and a great group of people working together. It was an undeniable success but when I step back and look at the big picture of Lombok or Indonesia or even the world, it’s hard to even see the scratch on the surface we made. That might sound very negative and to a degree it is, but it’s how I feel at times. Not all the time but it creeps in.

It’s a trap of knowing that we can’t change the world but we can change something and that in effect is changing the world. This trap is as equally inspiring as it can be paralyzing. To be perfectly honest, sometimes it paralyzes me into a tired state of not knowing where to start. Too tired to start anywhere. It’s not often but it happens. The rest of the time, I am head down and working hard backed by inspiration and motivation to live purposefully and make a positive impact.

I find it a balancing act of emotions, expectations and an elaborate battle of perception. I know one person can’t change the world but sometimes I want to. It’s a frustrating battle of putting your head down to work hard while all the while keeping your head up and eyes open watching the world’s events unfolding around you.

I also feel a responsibility to the opportunity I currently have. This platform, these readers, those followers. How can I let this opportunity slide and look back in thirty years at what we might have achieved together if I had figured out the best way for us to come together on issues that matter to us? How do I balance my desire to fulfill that responsibility with my personal life and other ambitions? You learn to juggle. 

The other part of my life that was explored during my existential crisis meeting aboard the Airbus en route to Santiago was my deep isolation. My lifestyle is prohibitive to long-term relationships, deeper connection and a sense of community. That’s the lifestyle I’ve created to be clear. No-one else put me here.

The constant changes of location, intense scheduled adventures, fast-paced motion and an unlikely idea that I will make any of the above malleable enough to fit another person or group makes this life a very solo adventure. I understand this situation is a personal construct. I have the power to flick the switch in a second if I wanted to. It’s possible that I could stay in one location for longer. I could become part of a community. I could open up my life to more people and invite a more collaborative process on my adventures and activities to suit those around me. However, I continue to choose not to. 

Why am I unwilling to sacrifice my personal goals for a community and meaningful relationships, when I know so clearly they are the most important aspects to personal happiness and sense of belonging? One and the same. Why am I blocking that avenue?

On the other hand, would it be a disastrous waste of an opportunity to ‘settle’ into a community? Is it possible to find a potential medium? As you can see the questions begin to flow very freely and each one consumes me as the internal debate ignites. Often the fire burns as I realize many of the oversights and mistakes I’ve been falling victim to, courtesy of myself.

The beauty of this life is that if you do look inside and you can be entirely honest with yourself, the answers are usually there. The hard part is coming to terms with the answers because all too often they aren’t what we wanted to hear. 

An existential crisis meeting rarely has me entering a new country with a refined ideology of how my life should be lived. The reflection does though, find it’s way into my thought process and future decisions. I look back to those moments aboard the plane where I am in the midst of deep reflection, where my thoughts are most pure. They guide my next moments and they flow into my inspirations, motivations, and decisions.

Like the baggage claim carousel, my mind circulates trying to process the intensity of my existential crisis meeting. It will be continued on the 45-hour transit back to Indonesia in several days no doubt.

For now, I am in Peru working on a tourism film campaign for four days. I will post below the photos of the week (and some throughout the post above) but to give some context, I was invited by the Tourism Board of Peru via an Australian Digital Agency to be the talent for video promotion and to promote Peru via social media. We visited Sacred Valley, Machu Picchu, Cusco, and Lima. 

It was an adventure trip so on day one we began with a double backward bungee and flowed into day two with kayaking and downhill mountain biking. I capped the trip off on my last day by going on a hike to a glacier lake at 4000m altitude. It was an interesting four days as most of the time was spent being filmed rather than regular adventuring but that was the nature of this job. I was lucky to share the experience with Quin (@everchanginghorizon), who is someone I have looked up to as a photographer since I first picked up a camera.

This is just another average week, to be honest. Although there was one final factor that made this week a little challenging. After one year of training, I had to pull out of the Bali Hope Ultra Marathon due to a hip injury. So I will head back to Australia for surgery on an impingement type injury in a few days. Life threw a curve ball. Always put bat on ball, then run like hell and at least make it to first base.

If you did read this weekly, I’d love if you left a comment below. I’d like to add more personal stories each week to this WEEKLY section rather than just a recap of what I did. Hopefully, I can speak truth to the experiences of my adventures and my life and that in turn can hit home with anyone else feeling the same way. 

Hope you all had seven days to remember.

HUMANTAY LAKE TREK: DAY TRIP FROM CUSCO

In this guide, I will share with you everything you need to know about the Humantay Lake hike such as entry costs, booking a guide, the best time to visit, and my tips from my experience at the lake.

HOW TO GET TO HUMANTAY LAKE IN CUSCO, PERU

It’s a very easy task organizing your Humantay Lake hike. The expedition is a common tourist attraction with daily tours operating, which you can book via several options.

• The first option is to book a tour at one of the agency offices in the town of Cusco. You literally can’t walk more than a hundred yards without passing a tour office. Most of these tours will be relatively cheap, including pick-up/drop-off to your Cusco hotel, and possibly include a lunch. it’s hard to guarantee any quality with these tours as you will likely be part of a big group, which means a slow process picking everyone up from all the different hotels. This can be annoying when it’s a 3 AM start.
• The second option is to book online with the top-rated tour on GetYourGuide. For this one, you can book your tour in advance and guarantee you are on a high-quality tour with current reviews. This tour currently runs for $40 per person and includes pick-up/drop-off, snacks, and lunch. You can check the reviews, and see all the details to book your tour by clicking here.

Humantay Lake Hike

• Great value tour
• Hotel pick-up/drop-off
• Full-day tour

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HIRING A TAXI TO HUMANTAY LAKE FROM CUSCO, PERU

I don’t think you need a taxi as the group was fine. However, if you do it will cost about $75-100 from Cusco and back but you will need to find a driver willing to take a full day out there. It is a pretty wild road but you will find a driver in Cusco. If there are a couple of you it may be okay price-wise. The hike itself doesn’t really need a guide as the route up is pretty straightforward. The main benefit of a taxi might be leaving much later than 3 am like the group tours and being up at the lake in the late afternoon. You would get home later but you would be up there by yourself just before the golden hour. That could be a good play.

HUMANTAY LAKE ENTRY FEE

If you do go it solo/DIY from Cusco with a taxi or a car you will still need to pay the $10 entry fee for the hike. All of a sudden the tour with transfer and lunch is starting to look pretty good!

HUMANTAY LAKE HIKE DIFFICULTY AND ALTITUDE

The Humantay Lake hike is short. It actually took me only an hour to reach the lake.  However, I will throw some caution to the wind. It is steep.  Very steep in fact and you are starting at around 3,800 meters above sea level and finishing at 4,200 meters above sea level. This matters because you may encounter altitude sickness or at the very least become light-headed or short of breath very easily.

I struggled a little bit for breath but overall I was okay and took several breaks on the way up to ease through it. Locals wait about halfway up with horses for those who have hit a wall. It’s actually pretty funny (not for the horses). It’s a moment of realization for many that they have made a grave mistake and are in need of a miracle to make it to the top. That miracle is, unfortunately, a horse that has to haul them up. 

If you have walked your way around Machu Picchu, you will be fine on this hike. I’m not saying it will be easy but you WILL make it to the lake.

 MY EXPERIENCE HIKING TO HUMANTAY LAKE

This is my experience from pick-up to the drop-off of the Humantay Lake day trip from Cusco in Peru.

At 3 am I was picked up from my hotel lobby. With only 2.5 hours of sleep under my belt,  I was a little blurred, to say the least. I jumped into the spacious van and was passed a fresh blanket and immediately tried to fall asleep. I was more or less unsuccessful like always in cars. There were four girls in our group, myself and the guide. The girls seemed to have no issues sleeping in the car on the drive despite the bumpy winding rounds as we navigated our way up the steep mountains. The drive is incredibly scenic as we would find out on the drive home in the light.

The drive took three hours and we were the first van in the parking lot. At that stage, I actually thought we may be the only ones doing the hike. Here we had breakfast, which was a ham and cheese sandwich and a coffee. The hot drink helped warm us up as we waited it out in the chilly morning. You can buy snacks there if you need it but the guide gave us all a paper bag with lots of chocolates, fruit, a juice box, and other bites to eat for the hike.

After a quick breakfast, we began the hike. The fog was still rolling off the sides of the mountains as we strolled towards the start of the hike. Along the way, you will pass many accommodations that offer dome/camping options. It would be an incredibly scenic spot to stay the night and do the hike and would eliminate the 6  hours of driving to and from Cusco. I am unsure of the pricing but my guide seemed to think more than $200 per night for the fancy dome homes.

After fifteen minutes we made it to the base of the hill. This is where the hike really begins and it hits quickly, waking you up with a wall of incline and thin oxygen. Every couple of minutes the girls would stop for a break and, to be honest, I wasn’t mad about it. I was breathing heavily also. The incline and the altitude combine to make it a slow ascent.

After a while though, I broke away and headed up the hill with a consistent pace. I stopped only to investigate flowers or to spin around and take in the view, although it was still quite a foggy morning. I wondered whether we would have a  view of the lake. I knew it didn’t matter too much because this trek was an adventure in itself. The view would be a bonus.

After about an hour, I made it to the lake. It surprised me a little as it appeared when I made my way over the lip of the hill. With my guide and group half an hour behind,  it was just myself and a herd of shaggy cows sitting on the edge of the lake. Every now and again the clouds would thin, and the huge glacier mountain would peek out, almost as if letting me know that it was indeed there.

When the group arrived half an hour later, it was still foggy but it was clearing up slowly. We all tucked into our snacks as our guide began to share with us the brief history and culture of the Incas and Humantay Lake. He had carried up laminated maps and images to help tell his story. This was something only our group did. We also did a coca tea-leaf ceremony as our guide led us. It was great to have that moment to slow down and connect with Humantay Lake before the other groups began to roll in.

Almost as if our coca ceremony was a prayer, the clouds dissipated and the landscape turned into an unbelievable scene. The sun had the lake glowing bright blue. The color of the lake comes from the minerals and algae within it. Swimming is forbidden to protect the algae and color of the lake. The huge glacier mountain towers over the lake with waterfalls streaming into the lake. It is beyond impressive and nothing like I had ever seen before.

With more tour groups arriving now, I headed up onto the ridges to explore and the views only got better. Most tourists stay at the base of the lake but several people joined me up on the ridge for a new perspective of the lake. As we were up on the ridge we heard several cracks in the ice followed by mini avalanches, which was an amazing sight to behold with the snow cascading down the steep mountain. The lake continued to get even more vibrant as the sun swung higher. 

I was truly amazed by this spot and told my group to head on down and I would catch them on the way. I sent the drone up for a quick look. I’m unsure of the rules with the drone here as some guides wanted me to bring it down although others had said it’s okay. You may want to ask although it seems that it depends on who you talk to as to whether you will be granted permission to fly. Either way, the scene didn’t get any less incredible from the air.

After my quick flight over Humantay Lake, I started the jog down the hill and caught my group halfway down. We made our way back to the van and then traveled 20-minutes to a small local home where they had prepared an epic spread of food for lunch. Guacamole, different meats, pasta, quinoa, fruits, vegetables,  coca tea, and more. It was exactly what we needed and the view from our lunch table was almost as good as the hike itself.

After lunch, it was the fun part. The three-hour drive home. Everyone slept but I struggled to get comfortable in the van as usual and just watched out of the window at the stunning views and local life as we neared back to Cusco.