Ninos del Arco Isis Urubamba

... too bad. YEAH, RIGHT!!! I lost count of how many times I stopped to take a break - I would be out of breath and my heart POUNDING! Today, I looked it up and Mt. MP is 3,060 meters high (10,040 feet) - NO WONDER I was outta breath =)

But, it was all worth it when I got to the top =) I canīt even begin to describe the view plus the personal sense of accomplishment!

I stayed at the top for about 40 min. There was a wide ledge with a ...

Sorry for the delay – its been a busy week… Since I am in Peru, I knew I had to get to Machu Picchu somehow. I was sort of dreading going alone, but I had to go, and I ended up making lots of friends while there, so it worked out really well. I spent four days between Cusco and Machu Picchu. Cusco is the gateway to Machu Picchu and other Incan ruins in the region. It was the capital of the Incan empire for some 300 years and is itself a ...

... selber werde ich zu einem spaeteren Zeitpunkt besuchen, zusammen mit einem Freund aus Deutschland den ich in 2 Wochen in Quito treffen werde.(Na Heiko, freust Du dich schon?)
Leider gibt es im Moment keine Fotos, hier in Mapi ist alles etwas langsamer, auch die Computer.
Ich werde aber Morgen noch einmal mein Glueck versuchen und einen Upload starten......, denn ein Blick auf diese Landschaft hier lohnt auf alle Faelle und den moechte ich euch nicht vorenthalten.
Bis Bald
Juergen

... passports were stamped ! Everyone started walking at a steady pace chatting to their new neighbours. The path was relatively flat all the way along the Urubamba river. We stopped for lunch and had a banquet - the porters had run on ahead of us, set up a tent and cooked lunch ready for our arrival. Not your usual camping scenario, we had table and stools under canvas !! It was at this point that Paul was not feeling ...

... be amazing there, but by 4 pm we were all hungry and tired and decided to hike back down. The trail only took a half an hour down and as soon as we hit the city we stopped at the market for fruits and yogurts and things we could eat immediately.
We realized the train back to Cusco left in an hour and, as we were rushed for time by Andy’s international flight, we opted to take it back to Cusco. We found a hotel, grabbed dinner, and finally called it a day.

... local musical instruments, little toys and some other items. It was also festival day in Peru (I think it is the Santa Rosa de Lima festival?) so they had a huge fiesta going on in the main square. Probably 150 people dressed up in costumes dancing and singing with hundreds of locals watching. Very cool to see! We bought a wall hanging and Amy got a scarf - I may add pictures tomorrow since I haven't taken any of the purchases yet.
OK - here is the next little ...

... The next morning, we caught a train to Aquas Calientes, set up camp at the base of Machu Pichu, and went for a hike up a mountain that over looks Machu Pichu and all of its glory. We climbed up hundreds of steps of ladders, and trekked up a pretty steap hill, passing a family at the base who were trying to decide whether or not to take the hike. We made it up before sundown and sat up there for some time, enjoying the view and catching our breath. The family finally ...

... going on inside of me too. I’m enjoying my time here, alone, and everything seems right. But, in this experience is I learned early that I will need to protect myself. The currency here is called the Sol. For the first few days, I was worried about getting robbed, or losing some of my limited cash. After awhile, I learned that it is not the Sol, that I need to worry about, but my Soul. Most of the people here are after something, this great land attracts ...

... offended by this. (Actually, we had already experienced this issue in Lima when a vendor rejected a stained bill. We slipped the unclean money into our next purchase and made a clean get away.) Next we loaded the bikes into a taxi - two in the trunk, one on the roof. Opi would appreciate the layering of foam and the tying and re-tying that went into this procedure. On the taxi ride up to Maras, the trail head for our ride, we got to know Mike: other than ...

... big fan of basketball and the globetrotters. They got out a tape measure to find out how many cmīs I was and then measured themselves as well. We headed back to the hostel and found that the water was turned off. We were the only ones there so we left a couple soles for storing our bags and found another hostel. This one had running water (sweet) and it was hot (double sweet). Posted on 11/19/07 1:34 PM EST [ Comments (0) ] [ Post a comment ]