All of a sudden shit has got real. The flights that I booked for around 7 months in the future are now just 5 weeks away. My visa has been sorted. The slow shedding of belongings to (hopefully) loving homes is well on its way. The goodbyes have started – first in Bristol, and soon in Finland – and the unsettling questions from incredulous friends and family have begun in earnest.
Machu Picchu is great. No really – I absolutely loved it. But there are a lot of other ruins in Peru, and lots of them are just as exciting to explore and discover as the famous MP. If you find yourself in Northern Peru – somewhere near the delightfully-named Chachapoyas would be really convenient – then I would definitely recommend a trip to the fortress of Kuelap, which dates back to the 6th century.
To read up on the first day of my adventure/nightmare climbing Huayna Potosi, please start with this post here! All done? Please go on..
So there I was in La Paz – the highest capital city in the world – looking for an adventure to fill the couple of days I had before I needed to be in Santa Cruz. I’d done the salt flats, had spent about a week exploring La Paz and felt like I needed to do something big and different – something that I couldn’t do elsewhere.