once a knackered Tilly joined us at the sun gate she enlightened us on the joys Jane had had on the journey. They'd been met ok at the station but the hotel wouldn't let them have a room as it was before checking in time. I don't believe they had no rooms as many people check out very early to visit Machu Picchu but rules are rules! They got a bus up the mountain at about 11.30 on what must be one of the worlds most horrendous bus journeys. It takes you up over 400m in a zigzag quote with the bus half hanging over the edge of the precipice - well ok it's not quite hanging over but it certainly feels like it. It sales about 25 minutes and by the time the reached the top jane was terrified and in tears despite having her eyes closed mat of the way. They just got through the entrance turnstiles before Jane decided that enough us enough and she'd go and sit and have a drink in the cafe by the entrance. MP is precariously perched on the saddle if a mountain and every which way you go is very very high!
Joe, Tilly, Juan Carlos and I made our way back from the sun gate to the entrance to meet jane, have an ice cream and go back down. Although we were in MP we had as long as we wanted the following day to see it and we were tired so time to retrench!
It was a hairy bus journey but we made it alive!