The big one, I guess. We have to do it, however little time we wanted to spend with hundreds of people in line. We took the train, of course, which was literally in our hotel. Very nice, along a river with lots of mountains everywhere – mostly tourists. An attempt for some train entertainment by the Peruvian railroad was admirable – a fashion show by the staff to sell the wool products, some very odd loud shaman-like creature jumping and dancing through the train – 1.5 hours later we are in a town deep in the mountains with lots of hippies, hikers, tourists and buses. Our hotel, Casa del Sol, is modern, small and has a view to die for. Next morning we line up with hundreds of other people to get on a bus to the entrance – this was strangely worrying in the beginning, yet surprisingly organized and quick. 20 buses every hour sounds like a lot, yet supposedly there is a limit for public. I am glad we all went light on breakfast as going up the mountain in those incredibly narrow, windy roads was not my cup of tea.

Machu Picchu

We were on the preferred route to see it – apparently they split folks up to manage crowds – and we got the good one. I feel like we were a little overexposed to all the Inca stuff already so couldn’t focus too much on the rocks and history. The surroundings and stories of discovering though were way more interesting to me – the fact that the only reason it wasn’t destroyed is that it was so high and hidden, that it lines up with the equinoxes again, the masonry – it’s so precise that not even a knife blade fits in between the rocks. Without doubt though, the surroundings and setting are absolutely stunning. Note – there is no picture on my phone of Max but I do promise he was there.

Sixth of the 7 wonders of the world marked as visited. Let’s hope I make it to the last one.