On our second day of isolation in a Machu Picchu flood, we waited in the Aguas Calientes train station for two hours hoping for a speedy helicopter evacuation, but instead we were told to occupy the vacant trains that stood immobilized beside the station. This holding pen was to be our home for a while. Local police ordered more lists to be written. The proximity of a train car to the entrance gate of the helicopter pad would determine our order of evacuation. We unslung our backpacks, stowed our duffels, and settled in.
Attendants unlocked toilets on each … Read More
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PART I: Day One, Peruvian Summer 2010
Our new ‘high tech’ raingear and gortex boots protected us from the torrential summer rain in the Lost City of the Incas, but I was soaked with the perspiration of fear as Bill and I tried to cross the roiling and flooded Urubamba River to safety. While atop the 8,000-foot high ancient site of Machu Picchu in Peru’s summer of 2010, we had received word that we should run to catch the last … Read More