On a rainy cold morning, I
was all set for a much awaited dream to become reality. After a long journey
and witnessing many wonders along the way, I was sure nothing would be in comparison
with what I was going to experience later in the day. My heart was pumping so
hard that I needed to give myself an inner talk so I could calm down.
The scenery around this place
of wonders was absolutely magnificent. The fresh air rushed into my lungs. I
patiently waited in a queue to get into the bus that would take me to Machu
Picchu in Peru. I kept glancing at my tickets anxiously. I had two tickets; one
for Huayna Picchu and the other for Machu Picchu. The sight in front of my eyes
was not something you would witness every day. The green mountains, covered in
vegetation that was exclusive to this place, made me feel as if I was
daydreaming. The mist was breaking and I could see all the way down the sinkhole.

