damned fog ruining my classic mp photo
so we went down the train tracks towards the hydro plant where the trail up putucusi begins. about 10 minutes into the trail, we approach our 1st ladder. pretty big, but nothing we´re going to crap ourselves over. seriously i was expecting a terrifying series of ladders all the way to the top, but after the initial 4-5 ladders, putucusi is just a gingerly stroll up to the top. that´s not to say the views aren´t amazing. you can look out and see aguas calientes, machu picchu, wayna picchu, & the zig-zag road to mp (from which you can just barely see and hear the young chasquis running down the mountain screaming to the tourist busses). the top of putucusi is more spacious than wayna picchu. it´s also more popular with locals, and the first thingwe did hear that wasn´t completely touristy.
in fact, parts were a little scary. we met a few locals on the way up (daniel, daniel, and fransisco) who were extremely nice and shared their oranges with us. that didn´t make us any less paranoid of their intentions though. on the way up, they asked me what i did for a living. since i have a hard time explaining that i facilitate the transfer of insurance policies from independent owners to a securities intermediary (let alone doing it i spanish!), i usually just tell people i´m a lawyer. at which point, daniel asks ¨so, you must make a lot of money!¨that was a little off-putting. they also asked amir how much his camera cost him. i guess it´s just a difference in culture, but at the time we were a little wary of being robbed (especially since we were miles away from civilization). overall, putucusi was my favorite part of the trip. extremely tranquil with a sense of accomplishment, i left the ring of power and descended putucusi for the tourist train back to cusco.