Monday 3 February 2014

The Lost City of the Incas

It was great to see some familiar faces back at The Point including two who had missed their US flight with one now working behind the bar instead. I left for a bus ride Cusco which, in the end, turned out to be 24 hours detouring the foot of the Andes. The journey actually fairly quickly for me despite somehow not sleeping at all.
 
I got up in the middle of the night at 2.30 to start my one train, one hike journey to Machu Picchu (actually, that's the mountain next door I was told, it's really the Lost City of the Incas). Part of the train journey hugged the immense, roaring river and passed through lush grassy meadows with grazing ponies. Afterwards, the last 90 minutes of steep, uphill walk I was alone which was a feat considering the craziness that went on below - looks like everyone else took the bus. At least 2,000 people pass through daily and sometimes many thousands more. Learnt about the intelligent, wealthy (in terms of food) Incas who exclusively lived there and all their methods of building and agriculture though my personal highlight was seeing a black and red snake coiled up in a wall. That and the black and red millipede and roaming llamas.

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

En route to The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas


The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas

The Lost City of the Incas