Nov 01, 2006
Mar 26, 2007
While Bosco was laid up with what turned out to be gastritis I took myself off on the local bus to Pisac in the Sacred Valley giving the guided tours a miss. The journey itself was an experience being the only gringo on he bus with the funniest thing being the women selling cakes and things nearly killing each other to get on first at each stop as well as doing business through the windows. Getting out of Cusco was an eye opener in terms of how poor the country-side actually is. Everywhere people were scratching around in fields, driving animals, carrying bundles of firewood and even building walls of mud bricks. It was real peasant stuff probably very similar to what parts of Ireland would have been like 80 years ago. There is an election coming up here and there have been several rallies in Cusco as well as people driving around in cars with flags and loudspeakers etc. The mad thingis though that EVERY house you see is covered in posters of a particular candidate or in most cases has the guy´s name painted all over it. Personlly I´d be voting for some lad called Elvis (not sure if that´s his first or second name)... Pisac itself is a small village with a tourist market and is famous for the Inca ruins which lie 600 metres above town. Several litres of sweat were lost hiking up there as it was the first hot day we had since leaving Lima. Was worth it though as the ruins were impressive with great views of the valley.