This past weekend was spent visiting probably the most famous thing of Peru. I went with my parents to Machu Picchu. I must admit that I have never felt a strong desire to visit. Not that I didn´t want to, I just never felt the pull of going. Same with the pyramids...Anyway.
I must say-it IS impressive.
I was a little worried about the altitude. The city of Cusco is at almost 11,000 feet and the highest I have been was in CO this past Christmas at around 10,000 ft. The good thing is that everything around Cusco, well most things are at a lower elevation. Machu Picchu itself is only around 8,000ft above sea level. For coming from sea level and not having a day to acclimate (ah the joys of taking days off from work), I must say I was pretty impressed with myself. I felt a little funny right when I got off the airplane and lost my appetite at dinner time, but was otherwise unaffected. I think my lack of sleep from going to the airport at 3.30am took more of a toll on me that first day. My mother, who is also notoriously susceptible to altitude did just fine as well.
That first day we drove from Cusco to the Sacred Valley and a city called Ollantaytambo. It is about 1.5-2 hours away from Cusco and we made seveval stops along the way to take photos and visit the pueblo of Chinceros.
The landsacpe on the way to Ollaytambo.
Chincheros is a little pueblo known for weaving and dying. I kinda felt like we got swept into a tourist trap like the tea tasting things in China or the herbal pharmacy/rug weaving demonstrations in Morocco, but it was a little less extreme. They gave us demonstrations on how they spin the alpaca and how they wash it;
with this cool root that they grate and then it foams and when you wash the wool it turns out all clean and white.
They also showed us how the color the yarn with natural products like leaves or purple corn or sulfur rocks or crushed nopal bugs:
Its amazing the different varieties of color you can get. The girl took one color, added salt and it changed the hue from bright to a softer color. It was so cool! My parents haggled with them for some alpaca products and then we made our way Ollantaytambo to see the ruins.
In Ollantaytambo the ruins are of an old temple that served as both temple and store house for the Incan Empire. Seen from above the temple has the shape of a llama. I got to see my first Inca stones. They really are amazing in the way they fit together seamlessly and in that they are not just square. They have a little flap that fits into the neighboring stone and some of them have little tabs that fit together. They also built their structures on top of packed earth and smaller rocks to allow for earthquakes. Its amazing that their structures have withstood so much time without being destroyed by natural elements.
Our morning to go to Machu Picchu dawned early and clear. The road to Machu Piccu is long, but not difficult. You just have to catch many modes of transportation. You can take a train that will take you directlyish to Cusco which is like 3 or 4 hours or you somehow get to the sacred valley and train from there. Once in Aguas Calientes, the gateway to MP you either hike up a huge hill or take a half hour bus ride that is full of switchbacks and dust. On the train you pay extra for cool windows on the top of the car, but the track is lined with trees so you mostly get nice views of foliage.
When you arrive at the train station you pass through another gate and on the day we arrived the locals were making a mad rush to get on their train to go and vote, but it was really interesting because they have to go through a different gate and they were all loaded with stuff. They had extra bags and food and children strapped to their backs. They keep the local passengers and the tourists separate, to charge the tourists more money, but it really seems like they are being treated like second class citizens because they are made to go through a different door. Everywhere there were signs of poverty even in the midst of all the tourist wealth. It made for a really interesting contrast during the whole trip.
We traipsed through the Market which is kinda claustophobic and scary. The entire market is tented and has narrow passageways. Thank goodness we didn´t go through it at midday-with the tarp covering it must have been way too hot. Its a relief to find your way out of the maze into the fresh air. We boarded the bus and made out windy way up the mountain to the bottom of the ruins. The bus makes tons of switch backs to get to the top of the hill and if another bus is going down at the same time then both of them squeeeeeeeze on the road and if you stuck your hand outside the window you it probably would be chopped off.
Getting off the bus and through the gate (after stamping the passport of course) and hiking up the hill was spectacular. We went up the side and got to have great views from the get go. There were few people and we hardly got stuck on anything. It really is amazing how the Incas managed to do all that they did AGES ago. What stuck me is that no one really knows why the ruins at Machu Picchu exist. There are several theories, but nothing conclusive. They don’t even know the name of the place. They know that the Mountain peak is called Machu Picchu, but don’t know about the rest of it. The man who man Macchu Picchu famous apparently destroyed a lot of the archeological evidence of the things they found there and so a lot of the original information has been lost. I think that all the mystery and the crazy stories about the finding of the location and the speculation of what happend in the site only add to the allure of Machu Picchu. Not saying that is isn’t amazing. It is. But its also the trip to the site and the other sites around it and the short/long history of the thing and the mountains and EVERYTHING that for me made Machu Picchu amazing. The whole kit-n-kaboodle. Next up-Doing the Inca trail in the 4 tourist days instead of the 4 local/Inca hours it takes!
Machu Picchu! Looks a little fake right?
Amazing Incan Stonework. All the pieces fit perfectly! And the blend into the natual curves and rocks of the mountain. How did they do it? Nobody knows....
The fam on the ruin.