Hey, We gotta get going!

We took our time getting back to Lima for our flight northward to Bogota. We skipped a tourist attraction about 45 min outside the city with the intention of hitting it up during our final days. We arrived late at night to the Hostal Internacional.  Remarkably, they had kept our piece of luggage for the entire four months we'd been gone.  Our coffers were full with last minute tourist souvenirs from Peru for family and friends. We needed the extra room that the suitcase provided.

Early the next morning we hopped on the bus northbound to the Plaza Norte to transfer to Zipaquirá.   We walked up the Camino de Sal through the atrociously touristy entrance. Vaulting above the entrance is a four story tall fake climbing wall in the shape of a tree, mazes, and other muses. Luckily we were there on a weekday and we would not see the fantastic crowds that take up the area each weekend.

We descended into the mine 1800 feet below the surface and found this:

Hey, Medical Tourism

Torres del paine is still haunting me, mainly my leg. We've shacked up in Arequipa for the week once again at the fantastic Arequipay Hostal. It's been nice not moving for a bit, there's plenty more to see but we'll save the other sights for another trip.

We're recovering from our vacation. I went to the doc for the most odd medical experience I have ever had. It started off as a stop at the pharmacy for some ibuprofen, the lady said a better course of treatment would be an injection. She led me out of the store, around the block to a clinic where she left me after a few words to the desk gal. I sat unsure of what was in store for me.

I was handed a sign in sheet that was oddly comprehensive including required spaces for my religion and blood type. I was ushered into an office for the typical hight, weight and blood pressure tests, but than shooed into the hall again and told to wait.

A doctor type figure came and collected me. He was a doctor I think...so said his poorly photocopied license from the University of Lima...if it was this guy's degree anyway.  He looked at my knee asked some questions which I clearly had no answers to due to my next to basic vocabulary in Spanish. From what I gather,  he said I had tendenitious and he scratched a prescription together and again shoed me away.

I was sent back to the pharmacy where they loaded a bag with needles, seringes, three types of medication for three days in small brown vials. They sent me back to the clinic, I think, anyway that's where I went for the administration of the prescription. A couple min later they had my pants down a bit and a huge needle in my butt cheak. They handed me the bag with three fewer vials and told me to come back tomorrow at the same time. Each day I would  walk to the clinic with my own drugs in hand, get stuck and limp back home.

Rob, on the otherhand, was tending to a broken tooth that suddenly interrupted his trip. He received a recommendation from Nancy at the hostel front desk for a dentist. He showed up at the clinic where they breifly diagnosed the break and amazingly said they could get started right away reconstructing the tooth. Rob chose lunch first, and slowly and painfully chewed with one side of his mouth the last of his solid meals in the week.

Later that day he went back to the dentist for the start of his tourture.

Hey, We're headed back north

Having traveled north to south on the Pacific coast of the continent, we begin a mad dash back North to catch our flight home from Bogota. Our first step was exiting Chile which means we must say goodbye to toilet seats, soap in bathrooms, printing our own produce labels, and high cost of living.

We flew back from Puente Arenas to Santiago after searching the city for a car wash that was open on a rainy day. Why you ask? After the long trip to the national park we'd caked on some crazy mud and we needed to get rid of the evidence that we'd probably not been their ideal customers. Plus, the rental company has a 45 dollar cleaning fee that also applies to getting the car washed.

We only had about ten hours in Santiago before we were again headed north. Courtesy of my former position the Holiday Inn Airport hotel was affordable and extremely convenient because it's right in front of the terminal.

Once again Sky airlines came through with an amazing deal. A bus to the Peru boarder from Santiago takes approximately thirty straight hours and runs about 45 dollars. Our flight took two and a half hours and cost 30 bucks plus tax. Clearly it was worth every dollar to spring for the flight to Arica and the bus across the boarder back to Tacna and onward to Ariquipa. Yes, to a certain  extent we're being guided by our stomachs. That Ricotto Relleno at La Mundial is so good that we've based our entire journey back north around a pit stop in Arequipa 😎.

Mondays mean chacque in the restaurants. This weird soup consists of a huge hunk of lamb, entrails, pumpkin and potatoes. Remarkably the resulting mixture was delicious, once you get over the chewy texture of the intestines. The bowls are brimming with a bountiful array of spices and just the perfect level of spicy. Rob made the mistake of taking a bite out of one of the chilis, and he quickly downed the rest of the chicha to put out the fire.

Back to the market we went for our nightly meals and even braved eating at one of the local restaurant stalls in the midst of all the bustling. These ladies mean business and they are quite cut throat with how they pull in new business. The server is tasked with herding business onto the sushi bar style stools in front of the chef. Rarely do you see a menu and often just point to what you want. You cant go wrong, they all have the same food.

Hey, It's Only an Hour Hike

¡Hola familia y amigos!

We made it to Machu Picchu!

We started our trip with an early rise  (7:00am is pretty early for us now) in order to catch our van up to Hydroelectrica, the point where we start our hike into Aguas Calientes.

The decision for the bus trip came down to expenses. While taking a train costs upwards of $120.00 US one way, the bus option was an affordable $87.00 roundtrip, with three meals, a hotel, and the park entrance included! Talk about thrift shopping! The only, minor catch was that we needed to put in some leg work hiking to and from locations. We have been hiking for the past three months, so we figured this wouldn't be too much of an issue...

After a ride through the Sacred Valley we began to ascend the mountain. The twists and turns were terrifying. Other trucks would pass us at break neck speeds with only inches to spare. If that wasn't enough, we also had to pass through dozens of water hazards.

At the beginning of the drive into the mountains (before I was terrified) I noticed beautiful waterfalls that were cascading down in the distance. As we got further up in altitude, the waterfalls became closer, until finally they were literally right next to the road and would spill onto the path! Sometimes we would slow down to cross the stream in the middle of the road, and sometimes we would not and just hydroplane a little...

About the time I started ignoring the views (and the drops) and started reading my book was when we crossed the most sketchy bridge I have seen a vehicle safely pass over. It appeared to be a series of wooden planks, really really thin planks, and gave us about half a foot clearance on either side of the van when we crossed. A hush fell over the occupants of the van, and I was not the only one to look away from the window as we cheated death. After the bridge, we had about an hour or so left of the trek, but on unpaved roads. Yikes!

Thankfully we made it to Hydroelectrica in one piece. If you haven't guessed it already, Hydroeletrica is just a huge hydroelectric damn that is a landmark for the start of a three-hour trail to Aguas Calientes (the town directly below Machu Picchu). The trail itself was pretty flat, but for the most part it was essentially a railroad track. Dozens of hikers, including us, stomped along the rocky tracks amongst signs warning travelers that walking on the tracks was extremely dangerous. To save about $70.00 roundtrip, we braved the 'trail'.

We got to Aguas Calientes in the evening, and after a quick dinner and a drink or two, we headed to bed so we could get an early start at 4:30 in the morning.

Our guide mentioned that our hike from Aguas Calientes to the entrance of Machu Picchu would take about an hour. After hitting the snooze button a few times we finally made it out of the door at 5:20, giving us seventy minutes to meet our guide and group at the entrance. We vastly underestimated the hike.

Starting at 1800m (about 5,400ft) we hiked to the entrance at 3100m (about 9,300ft). Yes, we hiked about 4,000ft up a mountain in an hour. Exhausted doesn't begin to describe how we felt once we reached the top. And then we had our whole tour of Machu Picchu itself!

The sights of Machu Picchu quickly dissolved our weariness as we walked around the ancient site. Between the ruins, the views, and the misty fog that mysteriously lay over sections of the park, it is hard to describe how impressive Machu Picchu is. So I refer you to the pictures so you can glimpse what we experienced.

After a couple more hikes in the park proper, we were running out of time and needed to high tail it out of the mountain if we were to get back to Hydroelectrica in time. The hike back took us about 3 hours, and after a full day of trekking  (our step counter put us at just under 20 miles) we were utterly spent and significantly dehydrated. We tumbled into the van and unsuccessfully tried to snooze in the cumbersome, uncomfortable seats.

It was the mix of dehydration and lack of sleep that caused me to have a massive migraine halfway down the twists and turns of the mountain. The culmination of which had me with my head out of the window of the van while it was in motion and vomiting what little water I had left in my body. Yuck.

Machu Picchu was magnificent, but it definitely took its toll on me and my lack or preparedness in regards to hydration.

One good night's rest, and we both felt better. Our next destination is to leave Cusco and head into our fourth and last country of our journey, Chile!

Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for our Chilean adventure!

-Rob

Hey, Sexy woman

Actually, it's not what you think...

 We arrived in Cusco just in time for holy week celebrations. We stayed at The Point Hostal located about three blocks off of the main square. This hostel, like many others in the area, created a chain based off of backpacker inclinations toward a party. Unlucky for me, the guy in the bunk above me was one of those partiers. He would sleep all day and come in as a wrecking ball at five or six in the morning. Once, he brought a lady home... ear plugs don't stop the shaking... I assume he was vigorously  praying with her.

The Horny Llama is both The Point Hostal's bar and restaurant with American  priced food and drinks so we stayed away in the evenings. The breakfast consisted of bread jam and butter, but better yet, drip coffee! We've had so many conversations about the instant coffee crap South Americans give to unexpecting Americans with a cup of hot water--they grow it here, but they don't drink it here. 

Anyway, Cusco has hundreds of ruins surrounding it and dotting the sacred valley. A tourist ticket will set you back 40 bucks (130 soles) but is good at 16 museums and archeological sites so well worth it if you've got a couple days.

Being that we wanted to see the holy week festivals, we chose the ticket good at a few of the sites. Which brings me to sexy woman--

Sacsaywaman (pronounced kinda like Sexy Woman) is an impressive facility on a hill behind the city. There you can truly feel the importance that Cusco once had for the Inca people. The ruin itself is in ruins, yuck yuck, but the stones are colossal for what remains. Blocks weighing 120 tons were not only moved, but were also lifted into place. Per usual for the Incas, the seams of the rocks are so tight that a piece of paper couldn't slip between.

Three other sites followed. First, a fifteen min walk from Sacsaywaman lays a terrific rock fort that would have been the ultimate playground for a young Inca due to the stairs on top and the caves beneith, yet Q'enqo was  designed for religious purposes. Last time I was in Cusco they let you on top, but this time they'd closed it off so goofy tourists like us don't go running around them up and down stairs and potentially  fall off.

Senior del Huerto bus company drives right past Q'enqo up toward Pisac every few minutes. We hopped aboard and 15 minutes later we were at Puka Pukara, our second site of the day. This one stands high over a valley like a castle. Its main purpose was to guard an important road into Cusco and to ward off any trouble before it got to the Inca capital. I read the blocks are not the perfectly fitted ones you see in other ruins because it was constructed hastily toward the end of the empire.

Finally, we walked the short distance down the road to Tambomachay. A couple hundred yards off the road lays this temple dedicated to water. It may have served as a spa for the kingdom with its many water features. We were excited to see the path to the site was lined with the same trees we saw in the magical forest of Cajas National Park in Ecuador. The aqueducts built by the Incas still function today to feed these truly unique trees. Ironically, the only water features we've seen working in pools, parks, etc have been the ones built 600+ years ago. The ones built recently are broken.

 I recalled that Cusco was a lively city always willing to through down for festivals. Easter week the city's biggest series of festivals of the year. I lost count of churches we visited on the Thursday before Easter when they all open their doors to the public. Their congregations spend an amazing amount of time decorating the altars and preparing their patrons for processions through the street.

Everyone shows up for these processions, excluding the guy sleeping in the bunk above me. The military even took a turn carrying one of the floats, as did the city's firefighters, not to mention the hoards of others who also helped. Each church had a procession and bands were in short supply, so at the conclusion of one the band would tear off to another engagement.

Night after night, the churches brought out different holy relics or they used the same statues with entirely different adornments as the week progressed. The cumulation of the week was on Saturday night when the entire town, except the partier, was quiet. Easter Sunday had two masses, one in Quechua and one in Spanish. Finally, Rob dressed in accordance with the dress code (no shorts or tank tops / girls cannot show knees with their dress) so we could attend mass in Quechua (because it was later). 

We're off tomorrow to Machu Picchu. I'm excited to get back there again (my mom, aunt and uncle went in 2007) This time though, we're going by car instead of the famous IncaTrail I took last time or the super touristy, and super expensive train there.

Hey, Lazy Big Bird

Arequipa is Peru's second city with over a million inhabitants. It is known as the white city not for the abundance of colonial whitewashed houses, but instead for the high concentrations of gringos and expats.

We stayed at the Areqipay Backpacker House on the edge of town. The restored house hosts travelers and offers tours and amusements such as billiards, foosball, two kitchens, two TV rooms, ping pong and many other comfortable lounge areas.

The city's holy week celebrations were in full swing. Thousands of people attended processions throughout town. They followed their patron saint their churches Virgen, or their Señior as the bearers swayed like elephants in unison to move the altars through the streets. Often they'd stop for a breather and for other members of the congregation to replace them. The churches adorned the altars with lights, impressive bouquet of flowers, fruits, and the heavy statues and carried them on their backs. Some were dressed in cloaks according to tradition and others were regiments of only women.

Arequipa prides itself for being a progressive melting ground for cultures and the food may have driven this melding more so than any other factor. Picanterias are traditional restaurants where they'll seat all tables with multiple families, you never eat alone and there is no concept  of "your" table. They are good, very good,  and everybody knows this so rich or poor, brown or white you go and find the food as your invitation to break down stigmas. Picanterias are only open for lunch, which ironically was the perfect  time for their slightly bitter winelike chicha fermented corn drink. What better way to go back to work than after a few jugs of this amazing beverage? 

We were on a mission to find the regional dish Rocoto Relleno which is a stuffed pepper served with a potato casserole. Inside it's got all the goods: steak, rice, hard boiled egg pieces, raisins, peppers, olives, onion salsa and of course cheese. This dish single-handedly reversed my feelings that all South American food is bland, fried and tasteless. This, in one word, was delicious.

A few hours outside of the city is the Colca Canyon which is known for its impressive depth (twice as deep as the grand canyon). The canyons air currents are perfect for the 9 feet wingspan of the lazy Andean condor. I say lazy because they don't  fly, they glide and they don't hunt they scavenge.  The canyon itself I found beautiful, but I must say, it's not really a canyon and it is more of a steep-sided valley between two colossal mountains. I think Arizona and Utah have it beat hands down in beauty.

On the trip to the canyon we stopped at several towns for dreaded tourist breaks. One stop was particularly interesting because in the distance a volcano was spewing smoke high into the sky which made me realize how fragile Arequipa was.

Looming at 6800 meters high, the snow-capped Misty volcano is only 18 miles away from the city. If it blew up the city would be gone in an instant. The Incas knew that their lives rested on the fury of this snowcapped neighbor. In 1995, by accident, a mummy was discovered in an area exposed due to ice melt on a particularly bad El Niño year. Juanita was the first of four perfectly preserved mummies found on the mountain as offerings. The city has a museum with her or one of the others on display in a freezer. She was 15 when taken to the mountain by foot, and on her own will, to be sacrificed. She and the others knew of their fate since birth.