Arriving at the Pot of Gold
I had been riding my motorbike in the rain through high mountain passes for hours when I came upon this sight.
Still a few hours away from Cuzco I decided to stop, take off my helmet, appreciate the moment, breath in the fresh air, and let the ringing in my ears fade away. The hot metal of the bike engine was pinging behind me, steam rising up from the hot asphalt road, all I could do was stare with my mouth open.
I remembered then, to take a picture.