| Ditto. | Having left the Sacred Valley, we came to this high-altitude market and more stunning views. |
| Me at the foot of the cross. | High-altitude farming is still the primary activity in these parts. |
| Dara preferred the background of the old church, starting to have enough of "yet another cold-looking mountain". | It's 5:30 AM, and Dara is ready to set out on the Inca Trail. |
| The sun is out, the views are pretty, and best of all we're off that awful bus. The trail begins! | Look how tall Dara is! |
| The adventure begins once you cros the Urubamba river. | Only wussies take the train! |
| Dara pauses to admire the mountains. Or is she just adjusting? | A cool-looking boulder. |
| Is that an abandoned Inca abode? Diego says no... | Dara on the trail. |
| It's the wet season, and clouds can dump their contents at any moment... | ...but this time we were lucky. The trail steepens... |
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