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I was only fifteen minutes from the summit of Huayna Picchu, the mountain overlooking the legendary Machu Picchu, but I had no desire to rush. After all, this was the final climb of my four-day adventure, and I wanted to enjoy every last step. I sat down on a rock, took a long drink of […]

The Peruvian at the helm looked as though he was in his tenth month of pregnancy. His stained old T-shirt was at least two sizes too small, exposing a generous portion of his belly. One hand casually steered the long wooden boat, while the other was busy peeling and chewing on some fruit I’d never

Abel woke me up at around four in the morning. A gentle knock on my tent interrupted what had, until then, been a perfectly silent night. I unzipped the entrance and, without wasting a single word, he handed me a steaming cup of coca tea. It was freezing. We were camped high in the Andes,