I think a thousand pictures will speak more articulately than any words in the case of Macchu Picchu. It was worth every grueling minute of bus, taxi and train to get there. The fact that aqueous and turistical inundation accompanied us to the ruins didn´t take away from this marvel of Inca architecture.
Well, except maybe one tourist. As we made our way up Macchu Picchu mountain (from which you can look down on the ruins that share its appelation) our playful conversation was interrupted by a wavery Peruvian voice encanting a traditional Inca song. A gringo tourist, with long blond dreadlocks draped over a shiny new rain jacket, was standing on a cliff overlooking the ruins. His personal guide, or perhaps a courtly entourage musician, was singing softly behind him.
I don´t know what look he was going for, what spiritual enlightenment he was seeking. But he looked like Jack braced at the front of the Titanic and the only depth he was reaching was the profundities of our convulsing, laughing lungs.
Enjoy the pictures. http://picasaweb.google.com/athorogood/MacchuPicchu#