A photo of Nr Machu Picchu, Peru.
I’ve moaned a bit already about Machu Picchu. Not in a ‘it’s a bit rubbish’ kind of a way because it certainly is not that. What I’ve bitched and whined about is how hard the climb there is to an unfit, chain cigar smoking first time hiker who wouldn’t normally walk the length of himself.
We took our first major trip in 2002 when we spotted in a copy of TNT an advertisement for round the world flights. At £860 the idea of flying to Peru and making our way overland to Argentina, crossing the Pacific Ocean to New Zealand and Australia before exploring Southeast Asia, seemed a bargain too good to miss.
Why couldn’t those bastard Incas have built at sea level, I thought, as I entered yet another hour of wheezing uphill, bitching about mountains, never ending steps and healthy young Canadians.
Hello. We've begun to get off our butts and go places rather than just eating and drinking our way around the pubs, restaurants and clubs of Cusco. The cosy apartment with a heater has been replaced by hostels again and Deirdre has left South American Explorers...