While visiting Machu Picchu, a small group of us decided to
explore the trail to the Inca Bridge. This little excursion entailed walking
along a rather narrow trail on the edge of a mountain, often with nothing but
some foliage separating us from imminent death off the face of a cliff. Good
thing we’re daredevils. We even had to sign in and out at a checkpoint to ensure
that, indeed, everyone who embarked on the trail made the return trip. I guess
not everyone makes it back. All the risk was undoubtedly worth it; the views
were breathtaking and awe-inspiring, and knowing that I walked the same path as
the ancient Incas before me was quite exhilarating. It was enough to make me
forget about my fear of heights.
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