After visiting Machu Pichhu, I was hungry for more. So much more. I wanted to absorb every bit of this amazing culture I could get my hands on. The lovely girl in the airport book store recommended to me, Lost City of the Incas. I still want more (always), if you have recommendations I’d love to hear them!
It takes you through Hiram Bingham’s re-discovery of Vilcapampa (Machu Picchu). It’s well-written, engaging, educational, and enticing. It makes you wonder at the time and peaks your curiosity to how different it must have been.
I’ve included an exerpt, describing the last stretch of Bingam’s journey, before arriving at Machu Picchu to give you a taste of his writing.
Here the river escapes from the cold plateau by tearing its way through gigantic mountains of granite. The road runs through a land of matchless charm. It has the majestic grandeur of the Canadian Rockies, as well as the startling beauty of the Nuuanu Pali near Honolulu, and the enchanting vistas of the Koolau Ditch Trail on Maui, in my native land. In the variety of its charms and the power of its spell, I know of no place in the world which can compare with it. Not only has it great snow peaks looming above the clouds more than two miles overhead and gigantic precipices of many-coloured granite rising sheer for thousands of feet above the foaming, glistening, roaring rapids, it has also, in striking contrast, orchids and tree ferns, the delectable beauty of luxurious vegetation, and the mysterious witchery of the jungle. One is drawn irresistably onward by ever-recurring surprises through a deep, winding gore, turning and twisting past overhanging cliffs of incredible height.
And so I could go on…
Here you can find the book on amazon: Lost City of the Incas