Our South American swan song
September 2nd 2011 We rise from our hostel beds at 5.30am and gather our belongings as quietly as we can to avoid disturbing the others sleeping in our dorm. At 6am a taxi us on a twenty minutes journey to the outskirts of Cusco, where grand old trains take passengers through the Sacred Valley towards Machu Picchu; the last hurrah of this leg of our adventures.
For hundreds of dollars we could have opted for a s
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