Trek to Machu Picchu: Sitting On Top Of The World

Anybody who has looked at this blog for more than five minutes can tell that my pictures are usually observations of the world around me... I don't usually make myself the subject of a post. But you know what? Today's an exception. I think that after four days of the most intense physical stress I've ever had the privilege of putting my body through, I get bragging rights to post about the journey. It's only fair, right?

I can't tell you how sore my legs, back, butt, arms, neck (list continues) were when we finished this sucker. All I can say is, it was enough pain to make me not think twice about jumping straight into some thermal hot spring pools with a whole lot of similarly dirty hikers and some local Inca women in their underwear. Yep, water was icky yellow as well - and hell, I didn't care. God it felt good. And my brain was too over stimulated and too over tired to care about the gross factor. Healing waters was the only thing on my mind.

But back to the trek. Oh Em Gee. What an amazing, spiritual, deeply moving experience. I don't think I've ever had more time alone in my own head than on that trek. On reflection, not sure that's a good thing :)