My adventure began in the charming town of Ollantaytambo in the Sacred Valley. From there, I boarded a train bound for Aguas Calientes, the gateway to Machu Picchu. The train ride was nothing short of spectacular. As we wound our way through the lush Andean landscape, I was treated to stunning views of towering mountains, rushing rivers, and dense forests. One of the most memorable parts of the journey was the traditional “dance with the devil”celebration. The workers on the train donned elaborate, colorful costumes resembling devils, and they played lively traditional music throughout the ride. The atmosphere was infectious, and soon enough, riders were dancing in the aisles, joining in the fun. It was a joyous andunexpected celebration that added a unique touch to the scenic ride.The 1.5 to 2-hour journey flew by, filled with anticipation for what was to come. The train ride was more than just transportation; it was a prelude to the grand adventure that awaited. I chatted with fellow travelers, exchanged stories, and took in the spectacular vistas as we approached Aguas Calientes.