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The Witch's Castle
The pub at the foot of the Wiñay Wayna ruins, while it still existed, was perhaps the least likely place on earth for a casual dining bar and restaurant.
Pressed into the side of the Peruvian Andes at 8,694 feet, the pub is accessible only after days spent hiking the Inca Trail, a 400-year-old path that leads hikers on a grueling climb to a nearly 14,000-foot pass before plunging them down a knee-grinding trek into lush jungles and dense cloud forest below. The path, along with a handful of basic campsites and, of course, the breathtaking ruins dotted along the way, is the only evidence of human life that adventurers will encounter during their four-day journey to Machu Picchu.
Imagine, then, the feeling of alighting upon the pub: It’s the end of your third day of hiking. You’ve just passed the Wiñay Wayna ruins, a marvel of Incan stonework featuring still-intact houses, fountains and cascading verandas, upon which a scattering of llamas nip unperturbed at the grass. Below, the Urubamba River cuts a fine line through the towering slopes of the mountains. The air is thicker here than it was yesterday, when you dragged yourself across the 13,800-foot Dead Woman’s Pass. The hard work has been done, and tomorrow, you’ll rise from your tent at 3 a.m. for the final six-kilometer push into Machu Picchu. Camp is visible below.