Sofia's Solo Exploration of Machu Picchu

Echoes of the Inca Empire

Today was a day etched in my memory forever, a day where I felt the echoes of the Inca Empire resonate within my very soul. Machu, the lost city, revealed its secrets to me, and I was more than ready to listen. While Pieter and Alessia are always in my thoughts, there's a unique sense of freedom and introspection that comes with solo travel, allowing me to fully absorb the energy of a place.


The morning began with a hearty breakfast at Tao Dulce Salado. I opted for a traditional Peruvian breakfast, fueling up with tamales and strong coffee, knowing I’d need the energy for the day ahead. The air was crisp and cool, a typical May morning in the Andes, promising clear skies and breathtaking views. The forecast suggested temperatures would rise to a comfortable 20°C (68°F) during the day, perfect for exploring.


As I stepped out, the sheer majesty of Machu was inescapable. The iconic silhouette against the rising sun was even more awe-inspiring in person than in any photograph I’d ever seen. I took a moment to simply breathe, to let the grandeur sink in. It’s a humbling experience, standing in the presence of such history, such ingenuity. I made a mental note to buy Alessia a little llama toy from the Gift Shop later; she would adore it.


My first stop was, of course, Machu itself. Wandering through the ancient city, I was struck by the precision of the stonework, the way the Incas had seamlessly integrated their structures into the natural landscape. Every wall, every terrace, seemed to whisper stories of a civilization that thrived in harmony with its environment. I spent hours exploring the Temple of the Sun, the Royal Tomb, and the Intihuatana stone, each site more fascinating than the last. The sheer scale of the place is astonishing, a testament to the vision and skill of the Inca people.

To truly understand a place, you must feel its spirit, listen to its stories, and let its beauty transform you.

After a fulfilling morning immersed in the heart of Machu, I decided to venture off the beaten path to Intipata. The name itself, meaning Place of the Sun or Sun Terrace in Quechua, intrigued me. Located between Wiñay Wayna and Intipunku, Intipata is an Inca archaeological site perched high in the mountains, known for its extensive agricultural terraces. The trek to Intipata was invigorating. The path wound through lush cloud forests, alive with the sounds of exotic birds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. I was grateful for my hiking boots and the sunscreen I had remembered to pack! Though I did regret forgetting the insect repellent; the mosquitos were quite persistent.


As I climbed higher, the views became increasingly spectacular. From Intipata, the Urubamba Valley stretched out before me, a tapestry of green fields and winding rivers. The terraces themselves were a marvel of engineering, a testament to the Incas' deep understanding of agriculture and their ability to cultivate crops in challenging terrain. It's believed that Intipata was used to grow a variety of crops, including potatoes, corn, and even coca leaves. I imagined the Incas tending to these terraces, their lives dictated by the rhythms of the sun and the seasons.


Standing on those ancient terraces, I felt an incredible sense of connection to the past. It was as if the spirits of the Incas were all around me, sharing their wisdom and their secrets. The sun beat down on my face, and a gentle breeze rustled through the grass. It was a moment of pure tranquility, a moment I knew I would cherish forever. It served as a checkpoint where different agricultural products such as potatoes, corn, oca, quinoa and even the famous coca leaf were cultivated on the terraces.


Lunch at Inka Wasi Restaurant was a welcome break. I savored traditional Peruvian cuisine, enjoying a hearty quinoa soup and some delicious alpaca skewers. The restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, and I chatted with some fellow travelers, sharing stories and experiences. It’s always interesting to hear about other people’s journeys and perspectives.


In the late afternoon, I returned to Machu for one last look. The crowds had thinned out, and the city was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. I found a quiet spot overlooking the main plaza and simply sat there, soaking it all in. The mountains seemed to rise up around me, protecting this sacred place. The Incas chose this location for a reason; it’s a place of immense power and beauty.


For dinner, I chose Restaurante Quinua, known for its modern take on traditional Peruvian dishes. I indulged in a causa tasting menu, sampling a variety of flavors and textures. It was a perfect end to a perfect day.


As I walked back to my accommodation, I reflected on everything I had seen and experienced. Machu is more than just a historical site; it’s a place that touches your soul, that awakens something within you. It’s a reminder of the ingenuity and resilience of the human spirit, and a testament to the power of nature.


Tomorrow, I plan to explore Aguas Calientes and visit Winay Wayna. Aguas Calientes, the town at the base of Machu, offers a different perspective on the region, while Winay Wayna promises more stunning Inca ruins and breathtaking scenery. I am particularly excited about Winay Wayna, as I've read that it is one of the most striking archaeological sites along the Inca Trail, featuring impressive agricultural terraces and intricate stonework. I'm looking forward to another day of discovery, immersing myself in the rich history and natural beauty of this incredible place. And perhaps, I'll treat myself to a drink at Green PUB machupicchu in the evening!


I still miss Pieter and Alessia dearly, but I know that this journey is something I needed to do for myself. I can't wait to share all my stories and photos with them when I get back home. For now, I'll continue to explore, to learn, and to grow, letting the magic of Machu guide my way.


Until tomorrow!