We're supposed to take the first bus up at 5am from Aguas Calientes to Macchu Picchu but it's pouring with rain so our guide lets us sleep in. It's still bucketing it down at 7.30 when we take the bus so we're all hugely relieved we pushed on yesterday. On arrival the whole place is shrouded in mist giving it an ethereal feel. On the down side much of the city is completely enveloped in mist including Huaynu Picchu, the large mountain overlooking the site. It's also pretty grim trudging around in the rain. I can barely hear the guide as my rain poncho rustles loudly as I walk.
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