Clouds, mountains, stones, llama

Trip Start Feb 02, 2013
Trip End Mar 25, 2013

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Flag of Peru  , Sacred Valley,
Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Off to the iconic Machu Picchu on a train that wound between steep mountains and beside a wild river where there are rafting possibilities, but only when the river is less swollen and ferocious than it is at present.  The train has glass panels in the roof as well so you get to see the impossible majesty of the peaks above.

   It really is an incredible feat of engineering at times.

I won't bother you (just yet) with the many pictures that could be the typical postcards of this sacred place.  It was a place for Incas (The Kings), priests, astronomers, farmers and intellectuals. I didn't realise that the word Inca was referring to the succession of Kings that ruled here and not the people themselves.  They ruled over many different tribes and I still do not know if there is a collective name for all of these people.  I'll have to ask Mr Google.  


The next part of the journey was on a bus up a very windy road.  The buses stop if there is another bus coming the other way up to a corner as they need the entire road to turn.  The roads are dirt except for the corners and how the buses still have their side mirrors is a mystery!  It is all very tenuous but organised and constant (decreasing odds).  The late morning was still quite cloudy, but some possibility of the fine day ahead was evident.  

We just wandered the ruins all day.  The previous blog sort of sums up my awe of these people and their achievements, so I won't harp on abut it again.  The crowning moments, besides being there in the first place, include the ever shifting vistas as mountains appeared and disappeared in the cloud, the amazing lushness of the vegetation (the Peruvian side of the Amazon), the marriage of the natural stone with the ones that had been shaped, finding a llama on one of the terraces, seeing the buildings on Mount Happy, the views out the windows, and of course, hearing an ancestor of the architects of the place talk a out it with such pride.  




It is a remarkable place and is full of myth and mystery.  I feel so fortunate to have walked the footpaths in such a place.  
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mum on

I think you missed your calling dear daughter - you should have been a travel writer - it all sounds so wonderful with your great discriptions!

sista on

it's ok, she's not missed a thing!! she's a travel-blogger! and doing beautifully too! - a lovely read...and a lovely taste of the pics to come....i think the incas had incas...(like the royalists have royals) can tell us all about it on the way around! love to you and the'gals!

cathyandles Shrewsbury on

Hi sweetie - you really are having a magical time and I am loving reading your wonder at all the amazing places and animals and people you are meeting along the way. I particularly liked the photo of your novel method for washing plates. May the wonders and delights continue xx

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