Machu Picchu

It’s 2pm and time to make our way to Machu Picchu!  It’s was a short 10-15 minute walk from the Inka Terra Hotel to the the buses going up to Machu Picchu.  That’s only if you don’t get side tracked by all the vendors along the way.  Buses departed every 15-20 minutes and the road to the ruins zig zagged all the way up the mountain.  Apparently some bus drivers drive pretty fast.  I had found myself bouncing around in my seat as if I were on a roller coaster.  One just had to enjoy it for what it was; an experience.  This driver was pretty skilled at driving fast speeds, turning corners, and maneuvering his way next to another speeding bus driving in the opposite direction.  I tried catching a photo but it was way too bumpy to focus. 

When we arrived at the entrance, I still couldn’t see the ruins and the anticipation was building.  I felt like a kid at Disneyland waiting to get in.  It’s literally a journey to reach this point.  Planes, trains, and automobiles are what someone had mentioned to me.  At the same time, I also ventured on an inner journey which confirmed that my values, beliefs, and emotions were united. 

Upon seeing the ruins, I was struck by its beauty, strength, and poise.  The ruins sit on the top of the mountain like a queen on her thrown; full of wisdom and secrets that’s we’ll never have the privilege of knowing.  It’s breathtaking and pictures definitely don’t capture its full essence. 

Perhaps it was the time of year and time of day but two days in a row we felt like we were on a private tour of Machu Picchu.  By about 4pm no one was there except for our group.  Lovely way to soak in the energy of this beautiful space.  This place is quite magical.  There is a mountain called Putucusi, Quecha for “Happy Mountain”, which made me jump.  I had sat on one of the terraces faces Putucusi and there was a jolt of energy that shot through the front of my body out of my hands.  There was an electric pulsating sensation sitting in my palms that disappeared when I stood up.  Is this why you are called Happy Mountain? 

Some little things to note: There was only one bathroom and it’s near the bus drop off/pick up with a fee of 1 SOL.  The café outside the entrance had snacks and drinks to hold you over until you had time for a decent meal.  To enter the site, a passport along with the admission ticket was required.  Upon entering the front gate to the left I got my passport stamped with an outline of Machu Picchu and a date stamp.  

Next: hiking up Huayna Picchu. 

Many blessings. 

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