Well what can i tell you about today, well i supose i can start in the very charming city of Cusco back in the days of Peru, fantastci city with cobbled streets... and floods of westerners, but that was to be expected as it was pretty much the port of call to get yourselves upto Machu Picchu, and to no exeption to that, we found ourselves on the third of four days there making our way up the steep climb from Aguas Caliente, (the small town at the foor of the mountain to Machu Picchu). Making the hour and a half treck in a record breaking 50minutes we arrived to the legendary ruins and begun to explore on foot.
Seeing as over the years as a group weve developed a taste for doing things the hard way, Machu Picchu was no different... Swimming against the flow of streaming tourists we wandered, stumbled and meinadered our way through the maze of ruins. No matter how often we hit a dead end you couldnt help but laugh at yourself for hitting yet one more. The defining point mind was the reward at the end, by taking the route in reverse we arrived at the watchmans hut, that postcard view over the vast ruins, and the view was more than worth the effort... Standing atop a mountain with a view so indescribable is something money cant buy... Well amybe if you have a mastercard!
Time is short so pending our departure from Cusco, we found ourselves making a dash for the Peruvian Bolivian border, and luckily despite numerous warnings of the border closing at 4pm, 6.15 and 7pm, we arrived with Mirta (a german lass working in peru) at the peruvian border at 7.30, stamped out... walked a few hudred yards and then getting locked into the Bolivian passport control and told we would have to come back in the morning.... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IN NO-MAN'S LAND???
After some ten minuites of talk, we eventually got through the control (no bribe required), and made our way for a night in Copacabana departing the next morning for a stay on the tranquil isle del sol, a quiet island with one or two streetlamps and the most amazing night sky ive ever seen. After a morning dip in the waters of the worlds highest navigable lake, lake Titticaca, it was back to Copacabana for our bus to the city of peace, La Paz.
La paz has been one of the most bustling cities to date, it never seems to sleep, is always alive with people and taxis darting about constantly, and a rather risky business when it comes to crossing the overly congested roads (Unless there happens to be a Zebra on hand that is, nmot quite sure why mind).
The highlight however of my time here in La Paz has to be our cycling excursion along all 64kilometers of the worlds most dangerous road, a truly daring trip along the winding and trecherous road with a constant drop to your immediate left hand side, the side you must take. Not to worry mind, i only flew off my bike once, landing mere inches from a perilous 400 meter plumit to the bottom!
So, two movies and a bike ride later were now counting down our last hour in the bustling city of la Paz before we catch our bus to Potosi, home of the notorious sliver mines in which im intending to explore, not least for the experience, but also for the simple fact we get to play with some quantaties of explosive Dynamite!!!
Have fun one and all,
Danny!
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