And we stopped in a place where it said not to stop due to the risk of falling stones ! And as we watched the waterfall, we did indeed see falling rocks and stones in it and suddenly understood why the lady working there was sporting a construction helmet.
|Our guide pretending to fall from the bridge|
It was in fact much more fun walking on these than on the simple path on the side, plus at some times it was in fact the only place to walk as we crossed a few bridges where you had to jump from one wooden plank to another with nothing below. At one point, I lost balance partly and was very close to fall off on the side, getting my adrenaline kick of the day and becoming a little bit less found of the tracks afterwards.
Luckily though, we did see some beautiful scenery with high mountains surrounding us to make me take my mind off my 'near-death' feeling, and, as we started to near to Aguas Calientes, we could see the Machu Picchu mountain and even a little bit of one of the ruins as the guide pointed it out for us.
It was suddenly very clear as to why the Spanish never found it. You have to go down that specific road, that didn’t exist back then, and look at the exact right spot to see anything. More or less impossible actually.
We lunched at another great restaurant. One that was regretfully infested with mosquitoes as they had a trout farm with standing water next to the restaurant. Luckily the food was worth the new bites, at least at the time. A a few days later as I scratched myself into insanity (yes, mum I know one shouldn’t scratch, but I have had too many bites these last months to resist anymore) I highly wished that I had skipped that lunch and stayed in the scorching sun.
|Our guide 'fishing' some trouts|
|With the Inkas in Aguas calientes|