“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...
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...