The weather has not been brilliant but for my trip to the Inca rope bridge it was sunny. Not very warm on the bike because we are travelling at 12000ft. I took a friend who was either sitting with her arms out like an aeroplane, taking her rucksack off and rummaging about in it or sleeping. Even though I had a native speaker with me we managed to get lost. We arrived at the town where I was sure we turned off. It was Sunday market day and the town was very busy. There was no obvious turn off so we asked. We were then told to go to next town. I could see from odometer that we had gone too far so we asked a policeman who sent us back to the previous town. Back there we asked another policeman who directed us to a dirt track. It was very busy with lorries and people. Patricia kept asking people who assured us we were going the right way. This track led us to a muddy field full of goats, llama, sheep, horses lorries and people. We battled our way through as by this time I had spotted the road snaking up the hill.
Eventually we got to the road leading down to the gorge where the bridge is built.

Single track with hairpin bends. We met a couple of lorries but at a place we were able to pass.

This bridge is one of the last remaining Inca bridges. It is made purely from grass. This was one way the Incas used to get about. This particular bridge is replaced every year by all the local villagers who each make a section and come together to construct the bridge.

Patricia was swinging about and dancing. I wasn’t!

It is not a busy spot and it was warm and peaceful sitting there having lunch.
Unfortunately we still had to twist and turn our way back to Cuzco. It was a four hours ride each way so it was a long day.
We arrived back at the town with the market and still could not use the main road so went back through the muddy field. This time there was just mud.
Arriving back into Cuzco we went to meet more friends. Patricia and I ended up with the friends in a taxi and us trying to keep up with it in the dark where everyone else but me knew where they were going. There was a beautiful electrical storm which gave way to a full on thunderstorm later at night.