Roads Less Traveled

A flock of sheep is heading my way on the trail of Tequile Island (in the middle of Lake Titicaca), and there’s nowhere to go. Walls to the left of me, walls to the right. I decide to take a picture. That’s when the trouble starts. Continue reading →

I am standing in the Sun Gate high above Machu Picchu, but all I see is fog. I got here by climbing an hour at 8,500 feet elevation, so my knees are both rubber, I am sweating profusely, and I am certainly glad I paid for the emergency Medevac insurance. Slowly, the fog lifts, and the ancient city mystically appears in the distance. Continue reading →

The view from the front seat of the Vista Dome train enroute from Cusco, Peru to Aguas Calientes (hot water) is superb. Unfortunately, the Merlot I am sharing with Danny (short for Danielle), an Aussie lass sitting next to me, is undrinkable. Of course, that doesn’t stop me or her from finishing the bottle. Continue reading →