We made it, all four of us. We are tired, sweaty, sunburnt and smell funny. We took pictures and indulged in tourists´ activities as if we earned the privilege. I can´t hep but wonder in this place of such beauty how many footsteps must have gone before us and how many of those people must be dead by now. I had to lean my body forward and touch every stone step on the way of the vertical/90 degree climb. It is as if the Incans were mocking us. They are making us bow to their gods, and kiss their stone work all the way up the mountain… That´s exactly what I did when I charged to the top of the mountain. I bowed, I kissed and loved every inch of the dirt like a faithful pilgrim.