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.
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.