06 November, Thursday - Day 10

Morning in Machu Picchu, Afternoon train back to Cusco

We’re up at 4:15 am. The breakfast buffet at the hostel has cereal, yogurt, bread, cheese and jam ready. We make ourselves some sandwiches for later. Off to catch the 5 am bus. There are vendors on the street selling sandwiches, sweet cake and coca tea. We spend another 3 hours at the ruins.

high road
Folks are deciding whether to take the high road or the low road

This time we view everything from up high.


Caretakers Hut

We watch hikers finishing the Inca trail.

Taking a rest along the Camino Real

The Inca bridge is closed for maintenance. Rusela would have liked to have seen it. Back to hostel and rested until 10 am.

Guys are collecting rocks out of the river to grind up into gravel.

We split a pizza at a restaurant with a view of the river. Decide to walk up to the Machu Picchu sign. Took about an hour. Found out there’s a museum there that we didn’t know existed but we do not enough time to explore. We need to get back for our 3:30 pm return train to Cusco.

Train served us small chicken sandwiches and chips. I asked for two cups of water as I had run out of bottled water. Trip lasted 5 hours.

The train staff performed the cuckoo dance from the July festival and gave an alpaca sweater fashion show.

During the last hour, the train stopped and told us that we could take a bus that would get us to Cusco in 15 minutes or stay on the train for another hour. We found it hard to believe but the train actually reversed itself 4 times during the next hour. They had us close our windows stating that the neighborhood was not good and they had had problems with rocks being thrown.

There is a white Christ lit up on the mountain top in Cusco. The taxi driver on the way to the hostel tells us that during the 1970’s when Alan Garcia was first elected president that the people of Cusco woke up to find the white Christ painted red. Even though no one knew who did it, they suspected it was Sendero Luminoso, who was communist. I do not know anything about the politics of South America.

The pedometer racked up over 14,000 steps today. Too bad it doesn’t register how hard the steps were.

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