Turn Right at Machu Picchu: Rediscovering the Lost City One Step at a Time

by Mark Adams

Anyone who, like me, has absolutely no sense of direction,

AMEN

“Bit of a martini explorer,” he said, employing what I later learned was a euphemism for a traveler who fancies himself tough but who really expects a certain level of comfort.

Seventeen years later, I was splitting my time unenthusiastically between two vocations unlikely to result in a sunburn—tending

Preach

but were rebuffed by a menacing teenage soldier carrying an AK-47 and wearing a Barbie backpack.

Before the driver realized what was happening, a live rat was tossed into his or her lap.

Omg my mom would flip

By one estimate, each Peruvian arrives a total of 107 hours late each year, a number that is shocking only because it seems so low.

I would lose my mind.

a group of amateur “sourdoughs” shocked the mountaineering world with their claim to have climbed the north summit of Mount McKinley, fueled by doughnuts and hot chocolate.

These are my people!!!

D.C. Grosvenor, a little man with a tidy mustache and big plans,

If you're going to be any kind of man, I suppose this is the kind you'd want to be

Dr. Hamilton Rice, was exploring the jungles of the Amazon (and, according to press reports, performing emergency surgery on his own knee by lantern light).

Dear god