We did it. We climbed Machu Picchu, “the lost city of the Incas.” 50 miles from Cuzco, elevation 7, 710'. The pre-Colombian ruins were intact, an absolutely amazing UNESCO World Heritage.
Then the unbelievable happened. Peru went on strike. The only way out was by a train from Aquas Calientes, the strangest little town in the world at the base of Machu Picchu. Told to travel light, we only brought one change of clothes. Every day we went to the train station and waited in line for hours only to be told there was not going to be a train. I took the same cooking class for three days at our hotel stuffed with people trying to escape. We were trapped. Protests were raging outside calling us rotten capitalists. I took the same cooking class for three days and can now make ceviche and a Pisco sour cocktail made with Key lime juice, simple syrup, egg whites and Angostura bitters in my sleep.
When we finally did get out, it was terrifying. The opposition had put boulders all over the highway. There were ambulances everywhere. But we did have a good driver and managed to enjoy the rest of Peru.