We set off at 6.30 am for a 2hr drive to a town called Ollyantaytambo which hugs the river Vilcanota. This then brings us to the train station that we can the travel on to Machupicchu. This part of the journey again hugged the river but also the mountains.
Arriving late at night we booked into the hotel and next day was to be the real McCoy.
A short bus ride up some of the most interesting hairpin bends and glimpses of the site of Machupicchu eventually brought us to the entrance. It is at this point one has to don one’s hat to Hiram Bingham for bring this most glorious site to the attention of the world. Often described as the finder of the “lost world” is in fact mot correct as there were local people living at the site and still farming the area.
Walking through the ruined gate takes one’s breath away when you see the enormity of the site. Inch perfect walls that you cannot even get a cigaret paper in, all carved by hand those many years ago. Jimmer was an incredible guide and a one on one tour of the lower area was well worth it. (Condor travel 5 stars)
The second day I was left to myself and I decided that the Inka Bridge was worth the effort. Carrying the back pack (where we’re you Harvey)wasn’t too bad and I was quite elated when a few “poems) in the early twenties offered to help me. Do not ever say that youth do not care. I declined and and after 1.1/4hrs arrived at the summit. The views up are awesome and well worth the effort. On my decent I was unfortunate pull my calf muscle which impeded me a little….what it did though made me realise the splendour of where I was.
But view for yourselves.