The lost city of Machu Picchu

Having walked all the way there, we decided that it would be appropriate to finish the trip walking, and at 4.45 am, in pitch darkness, we started our ascend to Machu Picchu, ignoring the possibility of going up, in a much more comfortable and fast way, by bus. Lots of steps after, we arrived to the main entrance to the archaeological site of Machu Picchu, the lost city where the conquistadores failed to arrive. Luck (or rather its absence) made the day wake up with a thick, heavy fog that prevented us from seeing more than one meter in front of our noses. Together with a big bunch of disillusioned tourist, we ended up in the cafeteria, trying to warm up and hoping that the day would open up at some point and allow us to enjoy the views (and more importantly, take a photo to post in this blog!). And our hopes were not frustrated, and after several failed attempts to open up, we concluded the day having managed to enjoy the amazing beauty, difficult to describe, of the place. Happy and satisfied, we went down all the steps back to Aguas Calientes, on time to take the train back to Cuzco, for a well deserved rest.