Kerry Tinga and her family celebrate a milestone on an unforgettable journey to Peru’s Machu Picchu
They only know Hotel California.”
“That’s fine. Anything, as long as it’s The Eagles,” we said.
The band that played at the observation car at the back of the train had just finished a Chinese love song, yet the only Eagles’ song they knew how to play was Hotel California. Not that it is a bad tune, far from it. But my father’s original request, Love Will Keep Us Alive, would have set a more romantic mood to start off of my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary.
Aboard the Belmond Hiram Bingham, a luxury train named after the early 20th century explorer, we were treated to a sweeping view of the Urubamba River Valley. Inside the carriage, we were transported back to the 1920s with fabric seats, brass on wood details, a classic dining cart and bar cart for the full effect.
It was not merely cosmetic charm. We were served a three-course meal, with canapés and champagne on the side. For my younger brother: a Peruvian hot chocolate that I honestly would have preferred as well. For my mother: a local Pisco sour “and keep them coming!”
Looking out the window, at a turn, we could see the classic train exterior framed by the Andes, as if a still from someone’s life in another time.
We were getting comfortable, extremely comfortable. But when we arrived at the Cusco train station, we remembered that this was just the beginning of what would be a long, long, long day ahead.