Trip Start Jun 25, 2009
23Trip End Jul 05, 2009
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For those keeping up with blog dates, you'll start to notice that Rowena and I are constantly on the move. One city, one night. We are starting to feel it but for two people nearing 40 (well, okay I'm 40 now) we kick ass physically! Mix that one city/one night with a whole shitload of walking and hiking up hills dragging serious packs on your back and you get the picture. We are maquinas (that's machines for you hardcore gringos).
Aquas Calientes is a town that grew from the Machu Picchu tourism. It relies SOLELY on that. As expected, tourism is king in this here parts and as a result, they will boo-foo you up the butt (if Mom and Dad is reading this sentence, can one of my siblings please explain to them the whole boo-foo phrase..
The town itself kicks booty. It's tiny and is nestled in between lush, green oddly pointy hills with the Rio Urubamba and Rio Aquas Calientes forking through it. Check out a map for the geographical visual. The streets wind up to the base of the hills and the train tracks sits on one side of the town.
As soon as we get off the train, you guessed it... nose in book. A brief respite and we were off to the Rupa Wasi Eco Lodge. The hostel itself requires that you walk up a shit load of steps before getting to its lobby and restuarant. Makes a good prelude for the hike to Machu Picchu. By the way, those steps were no joke. Because I was aware that the place was built around tourism, I haggled the price of the hostel from US$69 to US$60. That's a whole lotta of soles, boys and girls, that can be used for food and other things.
When we finally got settled in, we took our stanky clothes to the laundry (US$10 cha-ching), walked around, and found a place to grub.