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Monday, June 10, 2019

May 26-27 Home again


May 26

We are picked up at 8:15 this morning by Guido and driven to the airport. Quiet, efficient and friendly.  Overall the Condor representatives have been on time and friendly.  We will have some questions for Exotica and can't see any reason not to recommend going directly to Condor and skipping Exotica.  All they really added was the air connections.

We have to pay to check our bags - contrary to the literature from Exotica, but I should have checked the airline site more closely.  We paralleled the Andes for much of the flight and often saw mountains above the clouds (or so Greg tells me, as I think my eyes were mostly closed).


 Then, back to the flat coast and Lima.


We can't check in till 3 hours before our flight, which isn't until 11:00 tonight.  There is a luggage storage place but they want $2 per hour per bag, so we opt to keep it with us.  We join lots of others sitting in hallways for quite a while, then eventually find seating down towards the chapel.  

We find a restaurant where we can park our luggage with us and have a leisurely dinner. 

American Airlines has a tiny presence here, and apparently all flights are late evening, because that is when they open lines for check-in.  

 The flight is uneventful and we get the exit row, so have a little more leg room.  Small plane, no movies, so long flight.  We arrive at Dallas at 8 AM and have two hours till our short flight to Houston.   Happy to see Chap's smiling face as he is there to pick us up.  Good to be home once again! 



May 25 Machu Picchu

May 25  Saturday

4:30 Wake up call and we wander downstairs.  We have left our large luggage in Cuzco at the hotel, so only have a small bag and the camera bag and backpack (There are luggage limits on the trains to Machu Picchu.)  Lots of early risers, as this is one of the closest places to Machu Picchu to stay.  We wander through the breakfast buffet a bit, but our driver is waiting to take us to the train station.


We present tickets, passports, etc. to get to our seats, 17/18 in Car B on the Expedition Train.  The train leaves promptly at 6:10 and the scenery is beautiful.  We go 30-45k/h as we wind through mountains, a few tunnels, with frequent sightings of the river.



  There is background music playing - "Muzak" for flutes, we smile as "Sounds of Silence" plays.  The seats are arranged in fours with a small table between.

We stop at one point to drop off those who wish to take the Inca Trail.... about 50% of our car departs.  

We arrive at Machu Picchu at 7:40 and meet our guide, Anibal.
There are about ten people in our group.  Now we line up for a bus which will take us another 30 minutes or so.  Lots of buses running so it doesn't take long.  We have a timed entry at 9:00 and arrive  in good time.  Anibal says he has been doing this for a few years.  To be a guide you must do either 5 years public or 4 years private university, then pass a test.  It is a career.

It takes about 4 days to hike the rugged Inca trail from Cuzco to Machu Picchu, a difficult hike with lots of ups and downs. Only 200 people per day are allowed to do it and many take porters to carry their gear.  Permits and guides are required.  Those who got off the train earlier are taking a shorter day version.





Anibal says we are going to do the tough part first - climb to the top, then work our way down during the tour.  We are in the Andes Mountains and the first part is hard.  Beth has to pause every 5 minutes or so to catch her breath -  it gives "sucking wind" a new meaning!  But when we reach the top and look over the city - that's when you really have your breath taken away!    It really is quite amazing and I can hardly believe we are here.

 After we get our fill of the first view and take the requisite photos, Anibal fills us in on details. Machu Picchu means "old city", but no one knows what the real Inca name was for this place.  Machu Picchu was never discovered by the Spaniards.  It appears that construction of the city was not finished as large boulders that were to be used are scattered over one area.
 70% of what you see is original.  It was "re-discovered" in 1911, although Hiram Bingham was guided to it by locals. It had been abandoned and was being reclaimed by the jungle.  Bingham and Yale University removed 164 human skeletons as well as over 70,000 artifacts. Only 1500 artifacts have been returned, with promises of more....  our guide sounded skeptical.  There are terraces and llamas here and there.  The rainy season here is from December through April, so things are still quite green.



 And again, the beautiful overview.

No one is sure exactly who lived here.  There seem to be two sides to the city - the religious part and the industrial part.  During construction they would find bedrock and then build up from that.  Most of the building you see continues 2-3 meters below the surface.  Perhaps astronomers, religious leaders and other leaders lived here - at its peak, about 500 people.   Why the city was abandoned?? A mystery.

Above us we can see where the Inca trail entered, high up the mountain.  The Incas had quite a network of trails all over their empire.  This trail went to Cuzco, which was the capital and center of the empire, as well as to important jungle cities. The trails and steps are all made of stone, some more regular than other, and we are glad to have worn our hiking boots.

We go downward, toward the Guard House, which was how most folks would enter.

 Anibal says that the Incas were big on community service - that was how people paid taxes - so 3 months of labor a year was expected.  Perhaps this is how Machu Picchu was built. (The Spanish were very good about recording Inca history and culture as they learned it, so we know quite a bit about the Incas.) The site had to be leveled and stone channels were built to bring water from the mountains. Vertical retaining walls helped create terraces for agriculture and a drainage system diverted heavy rains.  It is an engineering marvel! We saw a little damage from earthquakes, but overall things survived quite well!



We can look down and see the Sun Temple - the one roundish building in all of the city.

 On a raised area over the city we see the Sun Gate, where the windows align with the sun on June 21st and December 21st, the Summer and Winter Solstices. These were important dates in the Inca calendar.  Unfortunately the path up to it is closed by the time we reach it.  They are trying to preserve things and so are limiting visitor numbers and limiting access to certain areas.

   At another point we see what they call the Temple of the Southern Cross.  There is a large stone there which perfectly aligns with the outline and direction of the Southern Cross Constellation.


Another large rock is carved to match the outline of the mountain visible behind it (now in the clouds).
 We walk through the residential and industrial areas which are largely low walls, though some are complete with windows in a trapezoidal shape.  Most of the buildings are made from carved rocks that are fitted together very precisely.

Our tour lasts almost 3 hours, at which point we are ready to sit!  The line for the bus back to the train station at Aguas Caliente is long, but moves pretty quickly.
Our friends from Montreal are spending the night there, but we are catching a train back to Poroy and Cuzco.  We have time for lunch and a little shopping in the busy market where Beth finds some pretty woven place mats.

 Our train is delayed nearly 2 hours, but we finally board and sit back.  We are seated across from two ladies from Brazil. Here is the front of our train heading into a tunnel. The scenery is spectacular!
Unfortunately, they apparently did not spend the delay time in fixing the train,  because twenty minutes into the ride it began to jerk and clank and slow and then...we limped to a siding, where it died!

 First we waited till they brought another engine and tried to push us, but apparently that worked only for a few minutes.  So we had to wait another half hour or so while they sent for another engine.  We finally get going but have to pull on to sidings multiple times to wait for other trains to pass us and we are really running late as the clock ticks toward midnight! The train is out of bottled water, but our nice seat mates from Brazil gave us juice boxes and later,  the railroad people gave us cookies, cups of water (from somewhere!) and chocolate. We prayed that our contact at the other end would be waiting.

 Eventually we got there - about 5 hours late.  We didn't see anyone holding our name card, but did see some Condor travel guys who seemed to know what we were talking about and soon had us in a van headed to our hotel in Cuzco. Whew!   The hotel was expecting us and  had our luggage already in a room, so we quickly went to bed.   LOOOOOOONNNGGGGG  DAY!

 But a good one despite the train.  Machu Picchu is one place that lived up to expectations.  Yes, there were a lot of people, but they were handled well and we rarely felt crowded. Our guide was excellent at finding quiet places to talk to us, and though we did a "highlights" tour, it was enough for us, possibly because we had been exposed to so much history and culture before coming here.

Tomorrow we start the long trip home.  Thank goodness there are no trains involved!










May 24, 2019 Sacred Valley, Agriculture, Salt, Guinea Pig and Ruins

May 24

The valley of the Rio Urubamba river, also called The Sacred Valley, about 15km from Cuzco, is today's destination. Our driver today is Filipe, and our guide is Gladys.  On the way out of town, Gladys points out people selling large bags of greens - this is alfalfa, which is food for guinea pigs.  Many families keep pens with 20-40 guinea pigs which are used for food.  Generally they are used for special occasions.


Much of the valley is used for agriculture - wheat, barley, oats were planted before the rainy season and are now ready to be harvested. A great deal of corn is grown too.  Eucalyptus trees provide wood for building and firewood.  Generally, horses and people are used to plow, plant, and harvest the mostly smaller plots.

First stop is the town of Chinchera, known to the Incas as the birthplace of the rainbow. A weaving center, we visit a shop to see demonstrations and product.  It is obviously set up for tour groups, but interesting nonetheless.  They show us how alpaca wool is washed and then colored using different plants.  Wool from baby alpacas is the finest and softest.
 Gladys introduces the weaver.  The women's hats in this area are quite interesting.



Lots of products for sale - blankets, bags, hats, scarves, sweaters, etc.

Nearby there are several alpacas, vicunas and llamas on display.

Back on the road, Gladys informs Greg and I that we need to pay 70sol each for tour tickets, and our 55sol lunch is also not paid.  We hadn't been told this by Exotica, and itinerary includes the tour, but Gladys says they contacted them and were told it wasn't covered.  Thankfully we have enough money to pay it and we'll deal with Exotica later....

We head into the mountains next, to the town of Moray.  The buildings here are adobe.  We walk to the archeological site where the Incas used deep spiral terraces to grow crops.

 These big concentric circles of terraces are thought to have been a kind of agricultural experimentation area, with different levels representing different micro-climates. The Incas created new varieties and studied crops here.  Gladys points out wild mint along the path, which is used in teas and chewed for digestion.  It was also planted between crops to protect potatoes.
 Lots of tour buses and groups here.  The altitude is high, making climbing a little challenging for Beth.

 Leaving Moray, we pass people harvesting potatoes by hand
and many wheat fields.  We also pass Quinoa fields - kind of tall compact reddish plants. Quinoa is cheap here, says Gladys.  Only about 7Sol ($2.50) for a kilo and has been used for centuries, though only discovered by the rest of the world in recent years.

 Next stop is Salinas, home of the salt mines.
 Salty water from springs in the area is put into shallow pools and then evaporation leaves the salt residue.  Over 420 families own the various pools which are lined with clay before the water is added, and the pools are handed down over generations.



 The pools are only 10-11 cm deep and salt is harvested 4-5 times a year. Of course this does not work during the rainy season, from December through March but we see several people raking or otherwise caring for their pools.



 The top layer of salt is white, the second layer is pink(ish).  Of course there are bags for sale here, but much bigger bags are ready to be shipped as well. They ship 400-600 tons a year!


The roads away from the salt mines are very narrow dirt roads.  At some spots there is only room for one vehicle, so we (or the other vehicle) have to back up to a wider spot to allow traffic to continue.

From here we head to Don Angel Inca Casona Restaurant for a large buffet.  A man on a flute plays while we eat.
 They bring out some whole roasted guinea pig - personally I think they look like rats! - and cut them up so everyone can get a taste.
 Not too distinctive - tastes sort of like rabbit, as I recall.

We continue to follow the Urubamba river, which keeps the valleys green.  At some places there is rafting on the river at certain times of year.  Apples, avocados and some other fruits grow too.


 We go next to Ollantaytambo, which means "resting place".  The streets here are rough stone.  We park and walk to the archeological site. This is the best surviving example of Inca city planning and the town has been continuously inhabited since the 13th century. Some of the original Inca houses are still in use.



The Ollantaytambo Ruins rise above the town with huge steep terraces leading to ruins of a temple, fortress and ceremonial center.


One of the few victories, though short-lived,  of the Inca over the Spanish was fought here.  Greg walks part way up but Beth hangs near the bottom.  One of the storage houses where the Incas stored food to distribute in hard times is here.
 They dried a lot of foods to store them - dehydrated potatoes, for example can be stored up to 50 years!

It has become very windy and temperature is falling as we walk through the market and back to our van. We are all staying at the same small hotel tonight in Urubamba, a fairly utilitarian town and transportation hub. The part that our hotel is in seems to be many car repair, gas stations, banks and restaurants, though our hotel is quite nice.
First, Greg and I go looking for a working ATM, with eventual success.  Greg and Pierre meet for a beer, while the rest of us rest up a bit.  Later, we all meet and walk about 1/4 mile to Pizza Wasi for dinner.  Pretty good wood-fired pizza and lively conversation.

Town is small, with a mix of businesses and homes.  Sidewalks are irregular and sometimes non-existent.   Early wakeup call tomorrow at 4:30, as we need to take a train and then a bus to reach Machu Picchu!