Technically, our train ride back down the valley is via the expedition line, the less posh of the touristy options, and having sprung for the Vistadome on the ride up,…
We are on a mission, and lucky for me, the fog density keeps my curiosity in check and sense of direction honed in to the Wayna Picchu markers we see…
My eyes sting with the salty tinge of an overwhelm, disbelief that, wow, here I am! Of all the places, all of the dreamy vistas and heights and mountains climbed,…
Hostal Pakarina is the type of place I would be absolutely mortified to take my mother, and good god, by the grace of a few unfortunate events, my Maman does…
Aguas Calientes is true. Construction-dense and comprised of, essentially, three corridors–the riverside train tracks, the river and the hotel-slash-dinner avenue–Graham and I exit the train station–but, not before drooling over…
The PeruRail Vistadome train chugs along the river, snaking this way and that, and we are giddy with excitement. Privy to the valley greenery and walls of Inca ruins trailing…
Where In The World Is Gwendo? 