Just. So. Damn. Bloody. Incredible.
I don’t want to be a cliché but it’s everything I expected, wanted, and more.
I mean, the trek up wasn’t ideal or exactly well-received, but I’m so glad I climbed my way to the top, instead of taking the bus there (which, to be 100% honest, I almost did – only because it had rained quite heavily the night earlier and I thought the stairs might be slippery; they were, but nothing ridiculous).
But first, let me tell you about the tour my friends and I went with to get there.
We did not do the Inca Trail (I really don’t expect much of myself/my fitness), so we went with the three-day Inca Jungle Tour which included downhill biking, rafting, some hiking and zip-lining. Still adventurous, but with less hiking. I highly, highly recommend it. It was so much fun.
Anyway, back to the Wonder of the World.
We made it just in time for our 630am tour at Machu Picchu buuuuuut it was so goddamn foggy that you could not see a thing. I mean we were walking through the ruins, but I had no idea what the guide was referring to. I was just praying internally that the fog would clear and we’d be able to see something.
It took a while, and we missed our session to climb Machu Picchu Mountain (totally fine with me, I was still wrecked from the first climb at that point), but eventually, ta-da!