Three days off the ship, in order to spend three hours wandering around the hauntingly beautiful complex of Machupicchu, the Inka Empire’s highest expression of Stone Age technology in architecture. Worth … every … penny.
“In you, like two parallel lines,
the cradle of the lightning-bolt and man
rocked together in a thorny wind.” ---Pablo Neruda
From the port of Callao, took a bus to the Lima aeropuerto; flew LAN to Cuzco, then overnight at our Hotel Libertador. Disco around the corner outside our window pounded out the insomniac beats till 0315. Up at 0400, muy cansados, to ride a bus over the mountain two hours to Ollantaytambo train station; train to Aguas Calientes, then bus again up (a dirt road series of hairpin turns) to the Parque Nacional. Later, reverse.
Dire warnings. Of course we had planned wild naked escapades before lunch, but, being forewarned, were then afraid we’d be reported to the US embassy. It might have appeared on our Permanent Record. Horrors.
Como se … llama
The famous Three Windows
Sector Waynapicchu, my personal favorite. An extremely dangerous climb up a neighboring peak.
Windows to a different perspective.
Just how the Inka accomplished their massive mortar-free stonework is still not fully understood.
Central Park
Temple of the Sun
Some of the Legos spare parts in Cuzco.
Parks in Cuzco use Minions for trash cans. Despicable Me would be offended.
Lovely Peruvian:
Her, not him.
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