Pisac to Ollantaytambo
June 9th 2014 Today was my first real day of travel. I left in the early morning with César, my trusted taxi driver, for the Incan ruins in the mountains high above Pisac. At the ruins, I was honestly the most struck by the fact that the Inca were definitely not afraid of heights. You approach the ruins basically right on the side of a giant cliff, and then spend your time either clutching to hand-rails as you
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