During the early 1970s, while still in my twenties, I lived for several years in Peru. The narratives that follow describe several journeys I made on horseback during those years, sometimes alone, others in the company of a friend. My life in the Sacred Valley of the Incas is described in the first story, sandwiched between two trips I made to Paucartambo with their unexpected consequences. The second tale records a three week 500-kilometre journey to the Inca’s last redoubt, the mythic Vilcabamba, hidden for centuries behind inaccessible peaks.
Several short tales, anecdotes of trips made long ago, of sea voyages and special friends. The story about a dog, a fish in Hawaii, a dancing Turk and a Russian art exhibiton.
