After I good nights sleep in a comfy bed and hearty breakfast we started out early to beat the crowds going up to Machu Picchu. We caught the bus and back up the winding road. The bus would serpentine up the side of the mountain climbing 3000 feet- with no guard rails and at times having to pass the bus coming down. There were a few of us that had to sit on the inside isle seat and look the opposite way. Thank you Mr. Tom for being my seat-mate down and up and up and down again – and for always looking out for me the entire trip.
First, we were taught how to properly say Picchu. The first “c”is a hard one. So pronounce it from now on as Pickchew or else you are saying Penis. Instead of saying old mountain you would be saying old Penis — I will leave it at that. Things you never thought you would learn.
There is so much history and questions about this site. Why is it here, what was it used for and how did they construct this without tools? No one knows for sure but there are theories. Chino and Omar were our guides explaining history to us along the entire site. Do yourself a favor and watch some videos on the history of one of the 7th Wonders of the World. It is truly amazing. Here is a link to the a National Geographic 101.
After going yet again down on the bus ride from another demension – we spent a few hours in the town, met up for a phenomenal lunch and got on a 2 hour train to take us back to Cusco.
This was no ordinary train ride.
They served tea and dessert, performed a traditional dance and even put on a fashion show of the finest alpaca sweaters (200-300$). Here is a little bit of the experience. YES – that is my roomie!
And through the entire experience our fearless heroes were planning the next adventure.
Another 2 hour bus ride back to Cusco and I have clean pants, shirts and not only women’s underwear — but my own!
No, not ours, but exactly hours later on the very same train there was a collision.