The plan was to wake up a 5am, eat breakfast ( the hostel gets up and makes pancakes when ever you tell them too! Very cool) and go climb Huayna picchu. Huayna picchu is a steep mountain/hill behind then ruins. Unfortunately, what woke me up was pounding rain on the roof at 3 am. The reason so many people come to Machu Picchu in july ( 2000+ a day) is that it doesn't rain! Unless i have tickets, in which case it pours. Because I'm insane I bought two different ponchos on the way to the bus and stole some little plastic bags that i turned into a water proof uniform. In think I was literally the only person to not get soaked and miserable. I decided not to don the climb because slipping down a soaking mountain and dying in Peru is never a good idea. I did spend about five hours wandering around ruins. The plus side of the terrible weather was that it added an unearthly air to the ruins. Clouds float past covering everything only to part a reveal astounding views. It was like being on some strange fantasy film set. The ruins and the view really are epic in scope and I haven't seen anything quite like it. Well worth the trip even it didn't quite go as I planned.
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