Two hours by coach along a mountain pass. Sitting outdoors at a cafe by an offshoot of the Urubamba river. A shaky, late night train journey. Running through an empty marketplace in the dark and down the railway tracks. A tour briefing, tickets handed over. One short night in a hotel with water on one side and rails on the other. A 4am start, queueing down the high street of a small town in the dark with hundreds of other foreigners to the land. Boarding the third bus to arrive, sitting separately and crammed in with tourists holding their breath. A 20 minute ride up, 400 metres higher above the sea, round hairpin bends as the light slowly started to emerge behind the mountains. At the top, through the gates, down a stone path seen so many times on screens, awaiting the view you know lies at the end of it.
So at the beginning of June, my husband and I set off on a very long journey to the Southern Highlands of Peru; specifically the city of Cusco, with plans to visit Sacred Valley and Machu Picchu from there. I’ve wanted to visit Peru for as long as I can remember so this was a huge deal for me! This will be a very photo-heavy post but I’ll talk about what we did in between shots. Continue reading “Travel Diary // Sacred Valley, Peru”→
So if you’ve been following us for a while, you’ve probably seen that I went on the trip of a lifetime last July. I was lucky enough to spend two weeks travelling up the north coast of Cuba, and since I never wrote a full blog post about it, I thought it was about time I shared what I did there (plus a lot of photos from my trip!)