Cusco has a peculiar scent on sunny mornings: a mixture of dry earth, eucalyptus, and the comforting aroma of fresh coffee escaping from colonial balconies. I vividly remember the first time I traded a calm stroll through the cobblestone streets of the Plaza de Armas for the vibration of a powerful engine under the Andean sun. I felt the texture of the leather gloves, adjusted my helmet, and in that moment, the mountain horizon ceased to be just a frame\u2014it became my path.<\/p>
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