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of delicate, delicious trucha, I prepared dancing a throbbing beat from my toes
for a morning trek among pyramids to my skull.
and alpacas as a gentle rain whispered
through giant ferns outside my window. I finally called the doctor with only two
hours left in my Machu Picchu stay. Af-
Two hours later, I felt a fiesta kick into ter receiving a shot, a swig of some mir-
gear in my gut. Pure misery settled in acle potion and enough pills to kill Ebola,
for an extended stay as I shivered and I fought self-pity while stumbling down Above: Courtyard at Cusco’s Palacio del Inka ho-
shuffled between bed and bath, con- the hotel's verdant paths to another el- tel Left: Rural farm in the Sacred Valley. Below:
vinced I could banish all intruders by egant Inca Rail train for the trip back to Dancers at Lima’s Plaza de Armas.
morning. But the partygoers held firm, Cusco.
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