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.
"The town of Como, largest settlement around Lake Como, attracts a lot of people with big wallets. But I preferred to take the funicular up the mountain to the Brunate region, where you get a much better view of the lake."
"I tried my best to sneak across the building, but the floor revealed me each time. I suppose I would make a lousy ninja."
"The countryside is charming and some places even have coffee."
"We turned around and went down another dirt road, past countless Joshua trees until our car was covered in dirt and we finally arrived at the Front Gate of Area 51."
"We drove along Route 6, Route 66 and Route 666. If there was a Route 6666, we must have missed that turn."
"Inside the church there are still traces of rune inscriptions made during the Viking age by Varangians, an elite guard made up of Scandinavian immigrant warriors."