Welcome To The Jungle
Machu Picchu
Sunday, May 23
Our day started with a wake-up call at 4AM (unless your name was Jenny, then you were showered, half dressed, and bothering Mark.) We were at the train station by 5AM and boarded a bus for Machu Picchu. For those that don´t know, the rails to Machu Picchu were washed out by mud slides in February. As temporary service, they provide a bus ride from the train station in Cuzco, to a provisional station in Piscacucho, a town 82km into the 110km trip.
Due to a bad call on our part, we were stuck in the very back of the bus for this ride. Now, a small part of this trip was in paved roads in decent condition. The rest of the trip was offset by potholes, gravel, dirt, single lanes and other various niceties. We also happened upon a parade at 7am in Ollantaytambo, with people in full costumes and masks.
Finally after two and a half hours of bouncing around, we arrived at the provisional train station in Piscacucho. We boarded the next leg of our trip, the train, and proceeded towards Aguas Calientes.
The River Next to the Train Tracks
Piscacucho, Peru
Washed out Train Tracks
Piscacucho, Peru
When we arrived in Aguas Calientes, we weaved through an open air market, crossed over the river, located the bus station, bought our tickets, and boarded a bus to Machu Picchu. Once again we were stuck in the back of the bus, but this time only for 25 minutes.
We had no trouble entering Machu Picchu. There were no horrible bag checks, bag restrictions, or camera lens restrictions that we had read about. We climbed up to the highest point near the Inca Trailhead, and started our self-guided tour of Machu Picchu at about 10:30AM.
For those non-world-history-buffs, Machu Picchu was a lost Incan city ¨discovered¨ by Hiram Bingham, a Yale Professor in 1911. If you want more historical info on it, that´s what wikipedia is for.
JennynMark @ Machu Picchu
Peru
Main Entrance
Machu Picchu, Peru
A Carved Hole, Perhaps a Torch Holder
Machu Picchu, Peru
The Terrace Farming Section
Machu Picchu, Peru
Find the Stone Birdie
Machu Picchu, Peru
Temple of the Condor
Machu Picchu, Peru
The Still Working Plumbing System
Machu Picchu, Peru
Temple of the Sun
Machu Picchu, Peru
Showing off the Camera
Machu Picchu, Peru
Agricultural Terraces
Machu Picchu, Peru
We exited about 3:45PM and took a bus back to Aguas Calientes, where we did a lot of looking and a little shopping.
At 5:00PM we boarded our train for Piscacucho. This time, instead of the standard ¨tourist¨train, we took the snobby train. It´s entirely beside the point that we were on a tight schedule, and all the other options were ¨sold out¨ at the time we booked our tickets. Apparently Peru Rail plays games, trying to force people into higher priced tickets, because they made lower cost tickets available again after we locked in. There is a new startup service, Inca Rail, which will supposedly provide them with competition, but isn´t yet because they don´t accept Credit Card reservations online.
Jenny on the Train
Aguas Calientes, Peru
Inside the Train
Aguas Calientes, Peru
Outside the Train
Aguas Calientes, Peru
After a soothing 1.5 hour trip by train, featuring wine, cheese, bread, hot towels, and other five star accomidations, we were herded into a ¨Special Service¨bus for the return trip to Cuzco. The ¨Special Service¨only was visible by a sign on the window. After ten minutes on the bus, the soothing atmosphere of the train was entirely negated. This bus had less leg room, lesser comfort options and a worse ride than the ¨Standard Service¨ bus in the morning. Couple that with a half hour delay, trying to get 30+ busses all going the same direction on a one-way gravel and dirt road. Our bus ended up close to the end of the line, and we started the 2.5 hour trek back to Cuzco. We arrived in Cuzco after a mostly uneventful trip, where our driver was obviously bothered by being near the end of the line. He tried to make up time where possible, passing nearly everyone in sight, on gravel one lane roads, blind curves, switchbacks, and other fairly impossible situations.
When we got in, we decided to order a pizza and just chill out for a while. Pepperoni in Peru isn´t the same as in the states, but it still is mighty tasty.
All in all it was a great day, and a great experience, and we would recommend going there at least once.
Tupac was an Incan
After an uneventful flight to Cuzco (the past Incan capitol tucked in the Andes Mountains) we arrived at our hotel, Torre Dorada. At the suggestion of the hotel staff we relaxed over a cup of coca tea, freshened up, and went to explore town.
We visited some local street markets, and were surprised at the lack of persistence from the street vendors. When you tell them ¨no, thank you¨ they actually go away, unlike in China or Egypt.
We had dinner on the second floor of a restaurant overlooking the Plaza De La Arms and were treated to some traditional dance as we strolled through the square, afterwards.
Nuns That Love Salami
Friday, May 21
It was very appreciated for the Sisters to include us in their day to day activities. It's always a treat to see how locals live when traveling.
Take Us Out To The Ballgame
Thursday, May 20
Our adventure started at the Rochester airport with the TSA bag check official muttering under his breath ¨is that a sausage?¨ Naturally, Jenny chimed in, ¨no, actually it´s a salami!¨
We found our way from JFK into the city, had lunch at a place named Jackson Hole (would you expect any less?) , checked out the construction at Ground Zero, and met up with one of Mark´s college roommates that calls Manhattan home. Yankees vs. Rays was the entertainment for the evening. For all you Ohio sports fans, the easiest way to explain the feel of the new Yankee Stadium is a cross between The Jake and The ´Shoe, with a sprinkling of Comiskey Park for good measure. The Yankees ended up losing 8-6, though it was a slugfest.
After the game we went for a late dinner, and tried a restaurant that was new to all three of us. (Who knew many restaurants in New York City close before 11PM?) As Mark was placing our order, the server inquired on what we wanted to drink. When Mark said that we´ll discuss it, the server leaned in closer and flamboyantly said ¨ok, I´m ready, let´s talk¨ with one hand on his hip, etc... Needless to say, Jenny found this quite amusing.
We crashed Little Italy for dessert after walking around NYC after midnight and had some really good Tiramisu. After that, Mark´s roommate drove us to JFK, where we yet again had to explain about our salami. We caught an early morning flight to Lima by way of El Salvador and Costa Rica on Taca airlines.