Machu Picchu

After negotiating the border with no problems we made it into the wonderful city of Cusco. Immediately noticable was the lack of rubbish lining the streets and the smell of fresh air as opposed to urine. Similarly to many cities in this part of the world, Cusco is built in a valley and spreads up the surrounding hillsides. The central Plaza de Armas is large and vibrant, playing host to impressive, Inca architecture, and always buzzing with activities. We enjoyed some Alpaca steak whilst overlooking the Peruvian dancing schools at work; it was most enjoyable.

But after only two days to explore the delights of Cusco, Xavier and I began our four day trek to Machu Picchu. We started with four hours mountain biking from inside the clouds to dirt tracks at the edge of the rainforest. The second and third days were spent trekking through the rainforest, in places along the Inca Trail itself. We got some spectacular views of the valley, a ride over the white-water river in a rickety, iron cart and a very rewarding dip in some hot springs at the end of a long, hard day. 

The evening before Machu Picchu was spent in the quaint, little town of Aguas Calientes. From there, at 3 o'clock in the morning, we set off. It was only an hour-long climb, but the pace was rapid and we had to ensure we arrived near the front so as to be able to climb the Huayna Picchu mountain, overlooking the site. As it turned out, we arrived first and were rewarded with a view of Machu Picchu devoid of toursits. 

Over the course of the morning, our guide informed us about the ceremonial and religious history that Mahu Picchu holds, as well as the anger that the Peruvians still have for the Americans, who have failed to return valuable artifacts. Maybe I had heard too much about the place before I arrived, but I didn't find Machu Picchu too incredible. The fact that it is built so high up and that it remained hidden for so long is impressive, but it is essentially just some ruins on a hillside. Nevertheless, it was an enjoyable day, culminating in expulsion from the site for filming Xavier walking around in his boxer shorts. Apparently, it was disrespectful to the history of the Incas.

And so, my time in South America has drawn to a close; goodbye to the glorious food, the lofty heights and dazzling scenery. I won't miss the irritating tourists or continually being ripped-off by locals, but the people and atmosphere have been great. I'm sure I will have to set a return date. But now, I am moving to New York...