After much struggle, Machu Picchu lay before us. Though you’d never know it given the crazy thick fog. While waiting for the fog to lift we jumped in line to get passes to hike the Waynapicchu trail (only 500 are handed out a day).
With passes in hand and the fog lingering we opted to hike around the backside of the mountain to see the Inca bridge.
We were expecting the most impressive bridge ever. Instead we got a break in the cliff-side with a board over it. Really it was still impressive given the tools they had available during construction, but it wasn’t quite what we were expecting.
No fence necessary when you post an impeding death warning.
Through several downpours and a few hours we wandered the ruins.
And tried our best to stay dry.
Around 10am the fog finally took a break and we got our first really look at the ruins.
I don’t think words can adequately describe how amazing and impressive this place is.
First of all, its massive.
And is literally built on cliffs.
And is insanely intricate.
And ingenious.
Inca stairs
And full of little surprises.
And is constructed beautifully.
Its hard to imagine just how the Incas were able to build everything. How long must it have taken to haul the stone up here? How the hell were they able to cut the stones so precisely?
Its unbelievable.
Not to mention you’re in the middle of the largest mountain range in the world.
Pretty awesome.
