Much as I’d love to go to Machu Picchu I don’t think I could do that plane flight, let alone the train and climb. I am white knuckling it on a straight flight from Arizona to New York on a sunny windless day. In other words, I’m a chicken.
But what a beautiful, mysterious exotic trip you must’ve had and I can well imagine the view from the top with those gorgeous misty clouds on the mountains around you and all the green.
How those ancient peoples ever got up there, built the place and LIVED through the rainy seasons I’ll never know.
I have to admire Lily .. like Beouwulf9, the flight into Cuzco is beyond my willingness to undertake ever again. To do it 3 more times is a testament to Lily’s faith.
Fortunately, back in the 70’s, I was young and far more adventurous. Today I wouldn’t go on that skywalk at the Grand Canyon. I had NO CLUE about that Cuzco flight, till all of a sudden the plane turned sideways and started its corkscrew landing that went on for at least a half hour, downward spiraling over and over again. Talk about white knuckles! Ignorance is pure bliss.