We woke up super early today… at 4:15 A.M. because we were going to take the first bus to Machu Picchu, which left at 5:15 A.M., and from there try to climb the summit of nearby Mount Wayna Picchu. It was a cloudy, rainy morning, so much so that you couldn’t see a thing. We waited for hours hoping it would stop raining and clear up, at least for the early morning since we had passes to climb the summit at that time, but we had no such luck! You see, they sell only 400 tickets to the peak, taking 2 groups of 200.
It cleared up for short periods of time… but all for nothing. It would have been crazy to climb the mountain anyway if we weren’t going to be able to see anything… ugh! Instead, we chatted with our newfound friends from the flight that never landed in Cuzco, two couples: a charming one from Argentina and another from Peru. It was nice.
Afterwards we ate lunch in the town below and spent some time visiting the hot springs and handicraft booths until it was time to hop the Hiram Bingham back to Cuzco. Supper on the train was excellent, as always, but we were noticeably tired and so curled up in the seats to sleep away the rest of the trip… ha ha, just like now as we close our little eyes. Tomorrow is another day full of excursion… so it’s off to bed!
