Machu Picchu

We arrive, after a long jagged winding bus journey up a steep and thin road, at our Peruvian destination. The ruins one of the 7 wonders of the world. The ancient race, the Incas, inhabited the city. We were standing next to Machu Picchu; the old city of the Incas. The biggest of its kind. We hired a guide to show us round the site of so many peoples heritage. Using his intelligence we soon discovered that the Incas had been great inventors ... like how they built under water pipes so that their water couldn't be poisoned. But they were even greater builders with every rock in the city shaped perfectly so they could fit into the ones surrounding them. The security guards were everywhere but that didn't darken the mood. People were milling around taking pictures of the amazing bit of history. Llamas inhabited the upper slopes nibbling at the grass that pokes through the rocks. They were tame and you could pet them but it was a dangerous journey up the ridges. The amount of rocks opened my eyes to the sheer enormity of the perils that the workers must have faced. We wandered around looking at the temples and imagining the magnitude of the time and resources that they must have poured into the city.

personal experience writing

sometimes you notice people who are begging or are homeless but that doesnt mean they are bad people it just means that they have fallen upon hard times most of them dont want your sympathy they just want you to realisise that not all people are as fortunate as you are and that there are people who are going to bed hungry and that there are people who are being attacked by various dieses like maleria and hepotitis just because they dont have money to get imunisations luckily organisations like unicef have been founded