Although there has been sunburn, peely faces, heads, backs, arms, masseuse popped blisters, swollen ankles, aching muscles, delayed flights, technical faults on planes, angry naked german men, slow service, unpredictable weather, bites, bad bellies and bloody manicures.... It has to be said the actual Inca Trail to Machu Picchu was a lifelong memory.
It´s one of those places that until you see it in reality is unimaginable. I will never forget being sat with Shelley on the top of a rock - sat on one poncho with another over our heads, rain pouring and us thinking ´come on then fog, clear away´...and as it did clear in little snippets it almost felt like a tease until it was there in front of us... Machu Picchu with all it´s mystery and character. A moment i will never forget.
I am now in Lima where i have been waiting for the last 12 hours with two more hours to go until i can head to the airport. I hate waiting! It can make you feel insane sometimes! It´s the first point on the trip where i am alone. Missing Shelley already. I went to the beach today but it was not a pretty beach. I then got approached by a short man with dreds who i had seen with Shelley the previous day - he was trying to sell me cocaine. I don´t rate Lima all that much. Adios Peru! A truly unforgettable two weeks..... Full of highs and a few lows...
Buenos Aires here i come!!!
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