I walked higher than the clouds

23 May

For my whole life, one of my distant dreams has been to visit one of the famed Seven Wonders of the World – Machu Picchu. Never did I imagine that I would be able to tick it off my proverbial bucket list so soon. We started out our journey to the ancient ruins with a very long bus and train ride, leaving home at 6am and arriving just after lunch into Machu Picchu town, Agua Calientes. The town was small and surrounded by mountains and a thundering river flowing behind it. After we checked in, everyone was starving and dispersed around the costly town looking for lunch. Afterward, an endeavour to shop and explore the new place filled us all expectantly. Unfortunately, everyone was disappointed. Everything = touristically overpriced.

We enjoyed our day by cafe crawling and playing truth or dare. Then it was dinner then it was bed time because we had to catch the bus at 4:45am. When the early early morning hit, it was still dark and soon time for us to rush to breakfast and embark on our exciting journey. Thankfully we arrived early enough because the line to catch a bus was loooong. When we arrived at Machu Picchu, it was cold and raining with mist everywhere therefore it was difficult to see anything, but the allure of mysteriousness was enticing.

We arrived at the Waynapicchu (the big mountain everyone sees in all the pictures) gate at 7am. The hike started out simple, flat ground with lush sights around us and the weather was still cold. Twenty metres later, the terrain suddenly changed from flat to Incan flat, which is UP. And the rest of the hour long hike, remained that way – vertical. It was a difficult hike, part of me wanted to die at various points but I persevered the rain, cold and heat and eventually made it to the top of the mountain. If there is anything that mountains have taught me is not to underestimate them.

Victory upon reaching the top could not have been sweeter. It was as if God had rewarded me by opening up the clouds and blowing away the mists as our sights were clear. From the top, we could see the Incan ruins, rich verdancy and a stunning rainbow. We were higher than the clouds and it felt good. The accomplishment of the hike and the mere reality of being there was overwhelming. I needed to stop and sit and look around me and smile because that moment was real and will stay with me forever.

On that mountain we took copious amounts of photographs which boasted our location. We were after all at Machu Picchu. Later that day, we explored the ruins with our tour guide, learning the ways of the Incan from building to family and their sacrifices. Then we walked to the Incan Bridge passing chilled out llamas on the way. It was an exhausting day but one of the most rewarding and finest moments of my life and I would not have changed a thing.

It was crazy to compare the breathtaking sights of Machu Picchu that was swarming with tourists and the quiet village of Quilla Huata. I am glad to have experienced both the beauty of Peru and the reality of its country.

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