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final 52 days of travel, Machupicchu guachu

If you look closely you see that the Guacha smiles at the camera

Like everything related to Machu Picchu has, Globally, the classic picture of the Inca town Waynapicchu behind, decided to open this new post with the image of this splendid Andean camelid, llama.

However, the latter route drawn during the last week does not begin precisely in MP (to avoid repeating many times "Machupicchu" and make the word sounds so cacophonous Machupicchu not the next time you say Machupicchu ), but starts on Friday March 11 at 7 am in the city of Cuzco, where we were picked to undertake the arduous journey to the remote village of the Incas.

The first day consisted of 2 hours of cycling and some more than walk under heavy rain to the village of Santa Maria. A shank, even some clothes are drying. Also that night there was an overwhelming invasion of jungle insects on the part of the housing. Two very rare, flying and giants, nicknamed "flying sandals" and a huge butterfly that covered the size of a living magazine open on the front page. Thanks to the courage and skill of Frederick the enemy of arthropods "Cuesta, could sleep in relative calm.

Monday Olé

For the Incas were there to buy cigarettes, a birritas or

The next day included a tough endurance test (9 hours walking). The reward was a stunning landscape of the mountain range that leads to MP and a section of the walk on an old Inca Trail (pictured above). Not only that, this stage also served to refine his artistic streak Cuesta stamping grounds in the heatstroke pre Inca face of Santiago "Portero Electrico" Gonella.

Twilight, encontrábamosnos in the town of Santa Teresa, famous passion for his pies and cassava flour. Wash some dirty clothes, followed by moist but clean, we ate something, had dinner and wait for the penultimate round of crossing before entering the archaeological site magnanimous of the Peruvian republic.

sleeve also take a couple of citrus.

Finally, we journey to Lujan, for Sunday evening we had reached Aguascalientes, which paradoxically had Aguasfrias in hotel bathrooms.

It is a city located semi feet MP himself, lives simply and solely on tourism and has a river quilombero makes sleep an unattainable skill.

After eating some pasta (at 19.15, a new record for dinner), we prepared to rest for what awaited us the next day at 4 o'clock in the morning, we began to climb to Machu, Pichu .

Now, the photo mask

After just over 1 hour of ascent, reach the misnamed "lost city." There is little point trying to describe in words all that causes to be there. Awesome, wonderful, amazing ... everything is small to define the city and surrounding areas. What can be termed as jodidademente go all this is tiring. But it's worth in spades.

In summary, we walked about 20 hours to get to Machu. Plus 2 bikes. More everything you once walked there (from 6 am to 5 pm).

retraced the path back to Aguascalientes, collected the dirt that we had left in the Hostell, we headed to the train station and look around. 3 hours later we were in Oyantaitambo, where we hoped to Peter (of Pedrobus) to take us to the Plaza de Armas in Cuzco. We

, came a Mc, we nailed 4 double quarter pounders (so 2 \u200b\u200bpounds of meat) and went to sleep.

As I write these lines, rain is exclusive character. Nor does it go to a museum as well, so we are in our respective rooms watching TV, patting a nap, updating the blog or synthesizing heroin in one of the bathrooms.

Tomorrow, last day in Cuzco, we will portray for posterity the myriad of beautiful postcards that are offered at every corner.

To say goodbye, an empirical test of the enchantment of animals through the art of music.