On-the-Road Tales

I arose at 0500 to the sound of pattering rain on the tin roof outside my room. Erggg, did not sound like seeing sunrise on the lost Incan City was going to be a possibility. Caught the first bus at 0530 and rose zig-zagging form the jungle floor to the top of the mountain containing a potential candidate for one of the new 7 world wonders. As we neared the top the mist morphed to deep fog and my first vision of the mysterious city was further intesified by the floating clouds. It was amazing. A fortress of incredible landscape design and architechtural ingenious in the clouds. My guide flaked but I was put with another English speaking guide and given an overview of the site. I met up with a philly irishmen and we passed the day waiting for the clouds to lift for a halfway decent photo! An offraod traveller as well, we swapped stories about gallivanting around the world and he gave me some good advice regarding my Cambodia itinerary, thanks don!

When we gave up on it clearing and were throughly soaked, we headed down the mountain. It poured on the ground for the next few hours. That evening, I headed to the thermal baths, natural hot springs which they divert into a pool and then fill with salt and natural stones. Sitting in a steaming pool of water as the twilight faintly outlines the jungles peaks surrounding and the river rushes by with Bob Marley blaring on the stereo? yeah that is about as mellow as one can get without artifical help! Returned, now with more wet clothes to my mildew reaking room, but I was too relaxed to care.

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