After the coldest night we’ve slept through so far, we spend the morning buying alpaca blankets from the family that guarded our camper while we explored Machu Picchu. This is when the ability to pack your house on top of your ride is hug-yourself lucky. We don’t have to race to catch a train, check out of a hotel at a certain time or stick to any kind of schedule in the Sacred Valley. Our bones ache from the altitude but long hikes work out the kinks. Besides, it’s hard to complain when you’re getting passed by old ladies carrying bundles of firewood on their backs with nothing more substantial than flipflops on their bundled feet.
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