Travelling to Macchu Picchu

Macchu Picchu. Macchu Picchu. MACCHU PICCHU.

It doesn´t matter how many times i say the words, the ruins still seem mystical, other worldly, and unatainable. But there we were. On a bus to the gateway of my dreams.
Crammed full bus, Angela, Ashley and I sit on the floor for our last bus leg
Even as we were en route I repeated the words in my mind and they seamed unreal. But as we finished the last bus ride and snuck onto the railroad tracks, the rugged mountains swalled us in and I could feel the mysticism of the place, and the reality of our trip buzzes in my mind.
Walking the tracks is illegal, but it sure is cheaper than a train ticketWith open rail tyes we cautiosly cross this bridge
We were fortunate to find avacodo trees with ripe fruit
Nearly to Agua Calientes we take a little rest