The 10hr night bus we had intentionally planned on took us 14hr because of a student protest in the wee hours of the morning. Unfortunately, this meant no bus ride to Machu Picchu until the next day. Our schedule was already running tight but the agency we booked assured us we would have plenty of time at the site.
In Cusco we ate lunch and went directly to the hostel where we met up with our amigo Thomas from Arequipa. We didn’t do much during the day besides walk around and look for the cheapest way to get to Machu Picchu but there were a lot more people at the hostel than the one in Arequipa so we had a night of singing karaoke with Thomas and his friend Charles who accompanied us with the guitar. We also played beer pong with German girls we met and went out to a nearby bar for drinks.
The next morning or in reality a couple hours after we got back from our night out, we took the bus to Machu Picchu with a couple of french guys we met at the hostel. We now had an official “french gang” that included them and another french couple we met who were traveling the world together.
The bus to Machu Picchu was a grueling 7hrs with twists, turns and climbing altitude. At first I would look out the window but I soon stopped when I saw my life flash before my eyes as the bottom of the ravine was a couple thousand meters down and there was nothing between the road and the edge of the cliff we were driving on. (No pictures for the same reason. My hands were busy praying).
When we got off the bus we had finally arrived in Hydroelectrica and in one piece! But the day wasn’t over yet as we had a two hour hike ahead of us…