Day 7 in Cuzco
I am at loss of words to describe the magnificency of the experience, but I shall try to convey in a few lines what has been one of the most extraordinary experiences in my life.
After four hours by train, on one of the most impressive and spectacular stretches in the world, from high, cold early morning plains down to lush vegetation in the frequently suffocating late morning heat and the loud screams of native sellers at all the stations where the backpackers train stopped, we arrived at the foot of the mountain Machupicchu. Then it comes an eight kilometer road of thirteen zigzag hairpins made in an acrobatic bus that takes visitors up the mountain. Once the bus stops, it is only a few steps and the city opens itself at the end of a thin alley.
After four hours by train, on one of the most impressive and spectacular stretches in the world, from high, cold early morning plains down to lush vegetation in the frequently suffocating late morning heat and the loud screams of native sellers at all the stations where the backpackers train stopped, we arrived at the foot of the mountain Machupicchu. Then it comes an eight kilometer road of thirteen zigzag hairpins made in an acrobatic bus that takes visitors up the mountain. Once the bus stops, it is only a few steps and the city opens itself at the end of a thin alley.
The first sight of the complex got Me as the first kiss of love. And I remained standing breathless, admiring all of that beauty, while warm tears rolled down My face.
~December 3, 2006~
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