Machu Picchu

Maybe you’ve heard of this place?

We hiked in along the railroad tracks.  By the time we reached Aguas Calientes, six miles and a thunderstorm later, we were soaking wet.  Perhaps the Inca God of Drenched Smelly Backpackers With Very Few Changes of Clothes was purifying our dirty rags before we entered Machu Picchu. A cleansing ritual, of sorts. Lovely.

Whatever the case, we made it. “Words cannot describe, pictures do it not justice.”  Normally, I take that as a cop out.  Really you’re just a worthless writer with nothing to say. Not so here. Not so.

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