Peru – (Machu Picchu)

Posted by on Jun 12, 2012 in Travel Blog | 0 comments

Peru – (Machu Picchu)

I had always dreamed of visiting Cusco and climbing Muchu Picchu. It’s a beautiful city in the base of a valley. It was once the capital of the Inca Empire and you really get a sense of how it must have been. The cobbled streets and small alleyways make it a perfect city for taking photos. We stayed at Loki Hostel, a place I highly recommend to any traveler. It’s set in a beautifully restored 450 year old Peruvian National Monument. We meet some great people here. Unfortunately the morning we climbed Machu Picchu was raining. We walked around the ruins as our guide explained the history of the Inca people. The fog was so heavy that at times we could only see for 30 meters in front. Determined to see the whole site we waited for 3 hours. At 1pm the fog lifted and revealed a spectacular sight. It was as if a curtain had been lifted and we could finally see. The intricate stone formations glowed against the famous mountain range. We sat in silence. Nothing was said,  nothing needed to be. From Cusco we headed for the Peruvian coast. Riding down the other side of The Andes was unreal. We dropped from 3000 meters to sea level in less than 1 hour. We raced each other down the road reaching speeds of 120kms per hour. A huge difference to the way up. The temperature difference mean we were rugged up wearing 3 jumpers, 2 pairs of socks and gloves to stripping down to just a T shirt by the bottom. It must have looked like we had ´ants in our pants´. We followed the coast line, something we have not been able to do since Brazil. The windy road followed the contours of the rocky cliff line. Salt water splashed on us as the waves crashed onto the rock break. Sand dunes to our right for as far as the eye can see. We passed through the Nazca Lines on our way to Lima. We didn’t take the flight over the geometric lines and maybe we would have experienced something different but I found it a little disappointing. The viewing tower only showed a few unexplainable symbols in the sand.

We reached Lima and recharged our batteries, did some much needed washing and serviced our bikes. Our hostel was located in a really nice part of town called Miraflores. People jogged through beautiful parks overlooking the coastline, the streets were immaculate. It was juxtaposition to the poorer areas of the city we had just driven through. I guess that’s the beauty of a motorcycle trip. There are little limitations to what you can see and do. Following the coast line north, we stopped off at surf villages. It was great to be able to pitch the tent on the beach. One afternoon we pulled over to help a man who´s motorbike ran out of petrol. I filled his bike with the spare petrol I was carrying. He offered to pay but I declined. As it turned out he was a local policeman. Good Karma I say.  Mancorra in northern Peru is a place you could spend weeks. A chilled out vibe, with a great hostel (Loki Mancorra) that looked more like a resort meant many travelers had been there alot longer than originally planned. The place had a magnetic pull.

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