The sun was just starting to rise over the green carpet of rolling hills when my plane touched down. The flight from Lima had been nearly empty allowing me to scramble down the aisles in search of better views of the Cusco Andes. It was not until I reached baggage claim that the sensation of being a tourist truly overwhelmed me. Surveying the scene around me, there were enough guide services packed into the tiny airport to accommodate far more than the 500 people allowed each day on the Inca  more...