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The next morning (the 4th day on the trail) it was pouring and the paths were very muddy. So I decided to ride with porters on the van. My feet needed one day of healing. I still got an adventure when the driver of the van (the vans function also as local buses) got into an all out fight in the middle of town with another van driver who was stealing his routes. Police were involved, local officials were involved; the whole town was enraged and arguing (not a very big town). No one was moving; traffic was completely stopped as the two drivers blocked the main town intersection while settling their differences. Greeeeaaaaat... took two hours of debates and negotiations to smooth things out. In the meantime I was stuck in the van with local kids going to school in the next town (about an hour away). I have to say I had a great time entertaining the kids. They wanted to know what it was like to fly in a plane.
Once we finally arrived in Hidroelectrica (sort of a train stop), we met up with the rest of the group.
(The next day, 5th and final day of the Salkantay trail)...
I am sitting in a cafe outside of Machu Picchu celebrating with an extremely overpriced beer. Celebrating one of the best days of my life. All I can say is that my soul, mind and body are refreshed. I feel that I am on cloud nine.
Our last ascent to Machu Picchu from Aguas Calientes was not easy -- and it should not be.
As far as Machu Picchu, I can do it no justice in words... you must see it yourself.
After comming back to Aguas Calientes from being all day in Machu Picchu, we all went out dinner at the Aguas Calientes town square before taking the train back to Cuzco. Aguas Calientes is indeed a very strange place. It is set in the middle of some of the most spectacular settings in the world. Yet it is a dilapidated shantytown that caters to tourist (mainly backpackers) and pollutes the surrounding area. The train itself was just one packed fest of tired, smelly and very happy backpackers.
Once in Cuzco we all said our goodbyes, exchanged e-mails and numbers and promised to visit each other if ever in each individual neck of the woods.
The next morning I headed back to Lima...