The never-ending staircase
Trip Start Sep 17, 2007
273Trip End Oct 08, 2008
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We walked down to the bus stop from which we had immediately caught a Pisac-bound bus just the day before. No bus today. Finally a bus came and they told us to go somewhere else
The bus found its way to Pisac. The guy on the bus was talking to me in Spanish and told me to take a taxi to the top since it would be easier (Erin didnīt hear this). However, since one of our purposes was to get some practice before the upcoming Inca Trail, I persuaded her to walk to the top. The guidebook described the path as a steep uphill 4 km climb. Piece of cake.
It was market day in Pisac and we planned on buying some cold-weather gear for the Inca Trail and Bolivia (Erin cannot regulate her body temperature). There are a bunch of stalls all selling textiles and clothing. Iīm pretty sure they believe that if they say, "Itīs made of alpaca," tourists will take it at any price. I seriously doubt most of it is actually alpaca. Anyways, after refusing a 70 sol sweater we got two for 30 each. Prices may vary.
So we headed uphill
Scamper might be overstating things slightly. I was wheezing by the time I made it to the top of the mountain. The views were amazing and I got to wander around peeking out various windows at the valleys on all sides. Somewhere in here I lost my sole remaining lens cap. But really, anything thatīs small and thin and needs to be pried off with two fingers wasnīt going to last long anyways. So Iīm in the market for other ones. From the main ruins there were two paths: one up and one down. I figured I had come this far so I huffed and puffed up. The silly Incas put towers and lookout posts in such inaccessible places that the paths didnīt even go there anymore
On the cliff behind the buildings there are thousands of holes carved into the rock. These were Inca tombs that have been gone over by grave robbers. There are a bunch of baths up here too, some with running water. I followed the terraces down to the parking lot was Erin was waiting for me. Í thoroughly enjoyed Pisac and wandering through the ruins. Itīs much better to do it independently than with a day tour because you donīt get to stay long enough.
Itīs very hard to bargain for a taxi ride when itīs very obvious you arenīt going to walk back down the bloody hill. We passed a check point and both the guys in the front seat throw their seatbelts over their bodies. The policeman tells the driver to go slowly. They donīt listen.
Back in Pisac we buy a scarf, hat, and mittens. The lady proposes 18 soles for the scarf
Here we get fed dinner by some nice guests before heading over to a hostel I reserved a couple months ago for the Inca Trail. The hotel owner is very nervous about everything and it makes me edgy. It is very fancy by our standards. Our "double" room has four beds in it. But it has cable and Erin drinks in some English television. The guy informs us that the company will pick us up early the next morning. This was our "briefing and recommendations." They were supposed to meet us and give us some information. Oh well.
Tomorrow we begin the Inca Trail!