In order to get the earliest bus to Machu Picchu, which departs on 5.30am, we got up very early. After a quick breakfast provided by the hostel, we locked our backpacks and put them in a corner of the hostel. Here, I would like to give you some advice – if you are DIY trip planner and you would like to climb Waynapicchu (also spelled Huayna Picchu), which is one of the mountains at the Machu Picchu complex, besides water and a camera, take as few things as possible, so you have less of a burden. We regretted taking a little backpack with us. We were each afraid carrying it would be hard for the other, so we tried to grab this little ‘baby’ from each other. Moreover, please remember to put on sun block and have a hat or scarf to avoid sun burn as you are at high altitude.
There were three places we had to line up.
Waiting for the bus up to Machu Picchu’s entrance. I was proud we rode in the first bus.
Waiting to enter Machu Picchu. There were already many people lined up, who came there a different way!
Waiting to enter Waynapicchu.
Machu Picchu is open 6am-6pm, with no limit on the number of people. We entered and came to the entrance to Waynapicchu, which is open 7am-1pm and is limited to just 400 persons per day - two groups, each with a maximum of 200 people. The first group of 200 can enter at 7am; the second group of 200 persons can enter at 10am. If you line up and can’t get in either group, you will miss the chance to climb that mountain. In fact, it is tough climbing Waynapicchu; some of the paths are steep, wet, and it is high altitude.
Climb slowly and stop often to have a look at the scenery…. There is a whole view of Machu Picchu when you reach the peak. The early morning when we were there we had drizzle, and heavy fog covered most of the views. So, I imagined the views I saw are like the places for immortals…
What’s the wonder of Machu Picchu? The thousand year old dusts rise and fly with wind, telling the stories here to every passerby…
I could only receive a significant Machu Picchu’s stamp…. The Machu Picchu entrance also is the exit. There is a small office there, where you can get a stamp in your passport by yourself before you go out. A memory for I had been here.
我收取到的只是象征式的Machu Picchu印章…Machu Picchu的入门口也即是出口,在旁边有一小办公室,未出门去前到那自行盖个印章在自己的护照上留念,我到此了。P/S - We thought they were a couple of wild rabbits, but they are not, they are chinchilla. 我们以为这是一对野兔,非也,他们是毛丝鼠,已是一种极危物种。
Chinese-Malaysian, I got married to an American, resigned my job and moved to a strange western country (Missouri, USA). The impact of the marriage, becoming a housewife and moving to a new environment swashes me with new thought and stirs up my old dormant memories. The process of life has its meaning due to the value of expression of words. If you can understand my writing and go through to your inner thoughts for a while, it might be like we have a second meeting in the boundless space of thought.
马来西亚华人,嫁给美国洋人、辞去工作和搬到陌生的西方国(美国密苏里州)。婚姻、家庭主妇和新环境生活的冲击,激起我的新思路也唤起沉淀久违的旧记忆。人生的过程有其意义也是因为有文字表达的价值,若你懂得通过我的写作,进一步往你自己内在思考一回,也可算是我们在这无疆界的思维空间有刹那的交会。
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