The six sentences spoke of a trek deep within the Peruvian jungle. It spoke a journey far away from our grubby existence of hostels and eateries. It spoke of crossing a river that had claimed lives. Under a picture of a raging river it read, "In order to cross the river you've got to balance yourself on a steel platform attached to a large cable, suspended above the raging river. As you pull yourself across hand by hand, try to put out of mind those who have lost their lives in the crossing". Short, sweet, effective. We had found our path to Machu Picchu.
The start of the journey consisted of 15 hour bus ride. 5 hours of walk through villages brought us to a small town with a shuttle. We wedged luggage in our laps. We clung to the back of seats in front of us. I turned back and to see repressed horror on Ian´s face. Maybe it was ignorance. Maybe it was a death wish. Either motive would produce the same reaction. I sat in the middle row of an eight person passenger van, going 50 mph, wheels just 6 inches from a 200 foot drop into a boulder scattered canyon. I was ignorantly laughing. It was half out of entertainment half out of nervous tension. The single-lane, dirt road was poorly etched in the side of a gravely mountain-side. This portion of the trek was a connecting path between the small town of Santa Teresa and an industrial hydro electrical plant. Just one leg of our journey. This was nothing more than a workers access road. A windy, two-way, one lane, no speed limit, dirt road with many blind turns and many wash outs. Maybe I was laughing because I was confident in our 15 year old driver. He showed such little concern for the dire situation so much so that takin
Looking out from the top of Macchu Picchu trivialised the excursion. The beauty and amazement of the ancient city is very consuming. The effort, endurance and craftsmanship of the ruins leaves little else to pondered. It brings a state of awe to see such a pristine glimpse into the elusive past. The ruins bring life to history but only a outline of life. They are a beautiful evocation of curiosity into lives of people long ago. They are important for what they reveal but that is only half their role. The ruins stand to evoke wonderment. They are both objects that fulfill the apex of discovery and a mere looking glass to a civilization past. It was everything we sought to discover. We left the ruins and walked back into the jungle. Our path was Cusco-Machu Picchu-Cusco. We had made it to our destination that sat squarely at the half way point. We aimed toward cusco, our adventure complete but only half over.