Machu Pichu

Machu Pichu=bomb.com. Simply put, words and pictures together barely do the ruins any justice. After 3 hardcore hours of sleep the night before, we awoke to a free little hostel breakfast and got in line to take the buses up to the ruins sight (which are in the mountains…which is part of the reason the whole idea of Machu Pichu blows my mind—that a civilization could basically just pick a place in the middle of no where and make it one of the most reknown places in the world. Rep the Incans.) If you don’t know, Machu Pichu was actually discovered relatively recently, and part of the mystery of the ruins is the fact that historians/archeologists don’t actually know the reason behind the place. Mainly there is just speculation about what it COULD have been. Whatever it was, it still takes your breath away.

Being that we were one of the first 400 visitors (it gets thousands on any given day), we were able to also climb Waynapicchu. Almost 9000 feet of sweat and haggardness has never been so rewarding. And here we thought little Ms. Rockville, MD would willingly spend her time climbing a mountain.

Random side fact: the mosquitos at Machu Pichu make you want to scratch your legs off. Thank you nature. It is a week later and I still have nasty remnants from those little suckers. The craziest part though? I wasn’t even the one who suffered from the most bites. My friend Jackie literally had/has hundreds of bites all over her legs. She has some amazing willpower though, because while I couldn’t resist scratching she kept her hands off to let things heal. Good work Jackie.

climbing up Waynapicchu...


my friend Joe heading up one of the parts of the trek...


Machu Pichu!




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