border crossing into Peru
We arrive in the afternoon of what seems like a bus ride for ever. The bus stop is just a few blocks for the beautiful main square And I was happy to be here. We made our way up some steep small cobbled streets which are lined with shops and restaurants. This place is very charming and the architecture is gorgeous. We are here for about 4 days and on the second day we decided to tour Machu Pichu. It is a few hours bus ride away from here and then we take the train which has amazing scenery.We get off on the foot of the mountain in a small town. Aften buying a few sandwiches we are ready to take the next bus to take us up the mountain. It's still early at 10 am and we're here with just a few others ahead of us. Walking thru the gates and WOW, you have already a great view.
There is some climbing involved here and this area takes a few hours to totally see. The sight is just spectacular and if not the most amazing site i've ever seen. The feeling is great up here. The sun beaming down on you with a nice breeze and being so hight up every angle you have such great sights. The ruins and in incredible shape and walking thru them you have a true feeling of how people lived here.A couple of llama's are walking freely around adding to the atmosphere.We ate our hunch here earlier and it's about 2.30 now. We find a nice spot to lay around and dacide to stay untill closing and just soak in the beauty of this place. Taking the bus back down, there's a boy running down the mountain straight down. Stopping, screaming and waiving each time we turn a corner and by the time we get to the bottom he is running right ahead of us.
The chaffeur picks him up so he can make some chance for entertaining us. Arriving back in Cusco late in the evening, all we want to do is having a quick meal and call it the night.
The next few days are filled with just hanging out in the city, doing some sightseeing, getting a nice masage and going to the market, which is always fun. On the day of our departure we learn that ther's a strike halfway to Bolivia and all roads are closed. trying to make it out of here our only option is to take a night bus doing to Chile. Not wanting to be stuck here for days we quickly change direction and after some confusion we are ready to go. 1 Am and it turned out we are in for another memory for life. In the middle of the desert our bus is broken and words is we will be waiting here untill morning to get it fixed.
Not good news since we were to arrive at 5 am. It is winter here and thank goodness for my daughter that she bought 3 handwoven blankets at the market the day before. With the windows have ice on the inside it is a night to remember. Not untill 10 am untill the smallest car ever seem bringing a huge dustball with them. After a some time with his body in the motor he takes of in his car . Wondering where he might be going I am getting very concerned now. Luckely he is back within a few minutes and was looking for a wheel that flew of the motor. By 11.30 we are back on the road, sputtering away. We ariive on our destination at 5 pm. 12 hours later with a memory forever. that's what traviling is all about :)