Hospedaje Turistico San Blas Cusco

... before the main group of visitors arrives. Going up by bus we get the first glance of Machu Picchu between the mountains on its saddle high over the Urubamba River. Upon arrival we start the guided tour of about 2 hours taking us to the most important areas of Machu Picchu. We will learn about the importance – religiously and historically – of the place, and we will be able to appreciate the fine ...

... world working in different kitchens for 2 years.

Apart from eating weird animals and visiting churches, the only thing left to do at the end of day is to pull up a stool at one of the many saloons surounding the Plaza de Armas, and order up a fat bottle of Cusqueña, watch the goat ladies, pastry sellers and whistling traffic police go about their daily busness and smile. I don´t like towns and cities in general, but Cusco has a charm of it´s own....

... we didn’t have to carry or put up tents. Basically all we had to do was walk, which was pretty tough in and of itself, but not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. It wasn’t until day four after 15k and at the bottom of the mountain that we had climbed earlier that morning that I started to feel some hip pain. But the next day I was all set for Machu Picchu and Waynapicchu. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Day 1: The pass of ...

... with my travel insurance, which I checked and was, so that was a relief it would have been an awful lot of money to lose.

So Will got up at 5ish to be ready for his pick up, he had gone out and bought us sim cards so we could contact one another while he was gone.
He text me about 8 to tell me that there was a train strike on Wednesday which meant that their trek would be ended on Tuesday in the after noon and I could go meet them in Ollayantambo and carry on with ...

... Puno. In Puno, women wear traditional clothing as part of their life. Here in Cusco, vendors wear them for tourists, and children wear them to have their picture taken for a fee. I love taking pictures of people, but not here. In Arequipa and Puno, I felt like I was capturing real moments, a stolen glimpse in a life of someone who lives in a world I am fascinated with. Here in Cusco, kids would approach me telling me to take a ...

... or I'd fall off an edge and die. I didn't fancy either!

My climb was punctuated with regular stops after every two sets of stairs, usually having to give myself at least 30 seconds to catch my breath or sit down. I only passed two sets of people close to the top, the second being a couple of Americans who obliged in taking a photo as one of them said there was no-one else at the top. Somewhat dismayed I got the pic and pressed on regardless.

What greeted me was a pleasant ...