Diary

I once worshipped ‘freedom fighters’ but Mugabe just looked like a teacher

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

At the top of Machu Picchu last week, I saw two wide-winged condors swoop over Sacred Valley through a rainbow that curved between two holy mountains. Weary after many books and travels, I felt restored and inspired by this magic. There was hardly anyone in Machu Picchu; its cliffs vertiginous, its cloud jungle lushly impenetrable, it was discovered by outsiders only a century ago.

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