Conquering Machu Picchu
A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu.
I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas. Perched deep in the Peruvian mountains, shrouded in mists. No wonder the conquistadors never found it.
Apart from Machu Picchu, one of my first “got-to-go-there”-memories regarding Peru came from watching Luc Besson’s masterpiece Le Grand Bleu in 1988, where Rosanna Arquette arrive by train to the remote station of La Raya in a funny scene.
This station is actually on the route from Cuzco to Lake Titicaca, the second highest railway in the world. Who knows, I might go there later this week.