Machu Picchu Camino Inca Trail Cuzco Peru 1996
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The guided tour, although interesting was something of an anti-climax. The group's primary ambition had been concentrated on the task of arrival and that goal had been achieved. We sat against recumbent stones, exhausted and glowing with perspiration, like old soldiers at the end of a long campaign. My body was overcome with stiffness and I tried to shake myself loose before rigor-mortis set in. I wandered over towards an Inca store house, and there was SJ, her leg still in a brace, sitting up against a low stone wall. Her head was carried low in an expression of resignation, while her fingers sifted absently through the gravel. She too was in pain, but she would not burden me with her problems. I joined her, and we sat in silence for a while surveying the smoky grey sky, and remarked upon the storm building over the mountain. Then her face turned red like a setting sun and her eyes became moist with tears. |
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