Traintrip thoughts through A Sacred Valley. Translucently veiled, resembling the crayon coloured unimaginable landscapes strewn in scribbles across the recycled pages of a preschool colouring pad. The track seems to bend between wonders of green, beneath flowing a river, bedded with rocks dropped from above, unrounded as of yet, In torrents undiscovered in the lands we have left. To find such life at the mountains feet, to understand where stoney beaches are born, to hear the sky and earth converse, and to walk on the crest of the East and the West. This valley is the path to the heart of an empire past. Perhaps those Inkas hoped to compete with the gods, maybe they believed that they could meet with the gods amongst the clouds, walk up a human staircase to find the back door
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