Vertical Limit: The Inca Trail

… The clouds tumbled down the lush green mountains as the first rays of light streaked through the dense skies and through the rear-window. The air was humid with the early morning mist and the driver habitually turned on and off his wipers. The navigator beside him yawned as if he was already bored. I stirred from my Tuesday morning stupor as the car lurched precariously along another curve. Beside me our chef slept like a log. On the other side, my soon-to-be wife, slept with her hair in tussles, beautiful and with a confident calmness about her. We were in Peru and on our way to Ollantaytambo to the beginning of an epic trek – The Inca Trail…
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