The train ride from Ollantay to Aguas Calientes (Machu Picchu) was beautiful. The tracks traveled along a gushing river that was winding it's way though the Andes. From the train, the mountains were beyond majestic. I would look up at an impossibly tall mountain with an immediately sheer cliff face and a peak just barely melting into a cloud. Then look bey

ond, and see a second mountain stretching through the cloud, with a practically forever far away peak resting above and beyond the highest clouds (remember, we're looking up from a 10,000 ft vantage point).
