It was five in the morning, dark and cold. We were waiting in a long queue of other impatient people who wanted to walk up to the Machu Picchu. We'll get there before first buses and maybe have a chance to see sunrise at the Sun Gate. Our plan was perfect, we only needed to show our ticket to some guys who looked like something between army and police officers.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, we heard buzzing sound. Insect was obvious suspect. At first we ignored it but when it lasted more than fifteen minutes we started to look around.
It was really dark, rain was pouring on our heads and we couldn't see more than few meters ahead. At that moment we heard a horse whine and the sound of hooves coming in our direction. We held each others hand and hoped that the horse will see us rather than smash into us and push us over the edge of the abyss.