“Mister, your water for washing”, was the usual wake up call but tonight I was already dressed and in the finishing stages of packing up my gear for the final time. Machu Picchu awaited and we didn’t want to be late. After our unusually light breakfast owing to the ungodly hour, we would no
The early morning dew clung to the tops of our tents and the thick blades of grass all around us like honey. It was just before 7am but most of us were already awake or, at the very least, in varying states of consciousness. The camp was alive with the jostling of porters going about
Opening my eyes I could tell it was early but I had been lying here for the last 20 minutes and it was time to move. The mountain peaks still hid the sun from the valley. Without its warm glow there was a definite chill in the air as I unzipped my tent, momentarily struggling
Silence shrouded the van in a veil of uncertainty. I had been dreaming of this moment for so long. Well, not the awkward silence we were now sitting through, but the moment in 4 short days when, hopefully, I would be standing at the Sun Gate gazing down on one of this planets ancient masterpieces
