Posted by: Larzizou | July 15, 2008

Macchu Picchu, Peru

Trip of a lifetime for many, Macchu Picchu, that I accessed through the city of Cusco, is merely another step of my journey. But what a step ! Although there is only one real and famous “Inka Trail”, operators offer many different types of trek to reach the Macchu Picchut site. That is a bless, because access is limited to the normal Inka Trail to preserve the site, and one would usually need to reserve four to six weeks ahead of time to secure a sit in the expedition. I did not.

The day before I start, I opt for the Inka Jungle Trail (or Inca Jungle Trail), which spans over four days. The first day is dedicated to mountain biking, going downhill a mountain near Santa Maria for over five hours. As we arrive in bus at noon to start our journey, our guide realizes that… two bikes are missing. We have to get them there quickly in order to be able to complete the ride before night falls, which is challenging considering we are 4h away drive from the closest not-so-small city…

So we wait, the eight of us… Farm kids, chicken, repairing the bikes, mosquitoes, and getting to know each other are the keywords to describe our wait.

The joys of riding bikes in the mountain…and getting wet, inevitably.

Alex and Mounir, two cool German guys.

Me !

We end the second night more or less very tired. We need a good night of sleep as we are waking up very early to start the second day – dedicated to trekking through the mountain from Santa Maria to Santa Thereza.

So the following morning, I wake up, shower, have breakfast, start the trail and after an hour… cannot take it. I am extremely weak, feverish. So I walk another half hour and am taken back by car to Santa Maria. And rest.

Unfortunately, it does not get better. I spend the next 24 hours in a bed in Santa Thereza, in a stationary condition, barely eating or sleeping. It pays off as on the third day, I have more or less recovered as we arrive in hydro-electric, the closest city to Macchu Picchu.

While I am sick, Miguel stays with me – and we bond.

We go for a forest walk while the others trek towards us, and after half an hour bring back coffee seeds, mangos, bananas, an avocado and other leaves.

And then, at 5h30 am on the fourth day…

Macchu Picchu ! The hidden man-built wonder of Peru. Check out its Wikipedia page.


Gloomy ?



In sepia tones.

This blue little thing is…me.

Big… but not bigger than my friend Tarek Daher’s nose.

Alex and I at the culminating point of the smallest mountain there is to climb in Macchu Picchu. We did not feel brave and stable enough to climb Wayna Picchu.

Lamas in their natural habitat.

Shall we ?

Taking the Japanese shot.

Pretty, is it not ?

Ou est Charlie ?

The full site. Behind stands the above-mentionned Wayna Picchu.

Another viewpoint.

Maintenance on site is permanent. Macchi Picchu closes every year for the whole month of February.

Yeah, the weather sucked.

The later it gets during the day, the hardest it is to take a picture without tourists hovering around.

Froudj, again.

Found you.

On the left, a stunning Swedish.

On the right, a perplexed Argentinian.

Using an umbrella against the sun. Still not used to it.

Philly in the sky with diamonds.

Bended knees on top of the “Tcchu”.

What is food to you ? Japanese tourists with a “troisgros” bag. They really DO love French food. Claude Troisgros is a famed French chef. Some would carry a designer bag, other an old hippie besace or even a backpack. But not them. Food it is.



Three hundred families were supposed to live there.

Froudj, ter.

You always want it in black and white.

Oh and before I forget, videos from Macchu Picchu.

A very good restaurant near where we were staying in Hydroelectric. I forgot its name unfortunately. I believe it was a Franco-Peruvian specialty restaurant. The tradition of people pinning their business cards to the wall reminded me of another restaurant in New York I had not been in a long long time, Sammy’s Romanian Steakhouse. Many many French person business cards.

Me and a few twenty-something Argentinians I meet in the train back to Cuzco.



  1. merci pour la dédicace


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