Cusco (or Inca Inc.)

After the jungle, we did the usual things in Cusco - washing clothes that had been damp for 9 days, enjoying hot showers - as far as that is possible with the so-called South American Frankenstein showers (the electrical element is attached to the water pipe and turning on the tap gives you a mild shock), and visiting some of the numerous Inca ruins.
Just north of Cusco is the Inca fortress of Sacsayhuaman. Protected on three sides by steep cliffs, the Incas built a three tiered set of ramparts to protect the fourth side. Composed of rocks, some of which have been dragged 30 kilometres to the site and the heaviest of which weighs 300 tonnes, the ramparts stretch 600 metres and remain largely intact even today. The stonework took 100 years to complete (approximately the period of the Inca´s huge South American empire) and is mortarless - the stones carved so well that they simply fit together with no gaps.

Having warmed up on Sacsayhuaman, we were ready for Machu Picchu and for a couple of days abandoned all pretences of being "independent travellers" and became "tourists". [I could digress on a consideration of the differences (if any) between these two categories, but I would need a beer and a sense of humour to write anything remotely worth reading and right now I have neither.]

We took the train from Cusco at 6am (in the backpacker class) and to our surprise it rattled uphill through the suburbs, gaining height by simply driving into a dead end, reversing direction and taking another piece of track. In such a manner, we zig-zagged our way out of Cusco and onto an agricultural plain populated by cattle, children on bikes and solitary women watching dirty flocks of sheep. The train, full of white faces, passed through towns - literally down the main street with nothing more than liberal use of the air horn to avoid collisions - and eventually into an ever-narrowing valley. We sat, glued to the window, as the valley closed in, the mountains steepened and the vegetation took control. Hidden somewhere in this had been Machu Picchu, until its "scientific discovery" by Hiram Bingham, an American, and its subsequent development into the most famous tourist site in Peru.



We headed down from the summit to the Temple of the Moon - the Inca place of worship for the part of their world that was underground - and imagined the scenes that had taken place in the cave under the huge overhanging rock with carved stone throne at its entrance. Three hours’ walking led back to the main site and we inspected some of the ruins in more detail before taking the bus back to Aguas Calientes and the 4pm train back to Cusco.
We had had mixed feelings about visiting Machu Picchu - the blatant commercialisation and touristification making us uncomfortable about joining the masses - but it was worth it many times over. It was an incredible piece of architecture set in the most amazing steep and remote location with a real feeling of history.

Back in Cusco, we packed and headed east to Lake Titicaca and Bolivia.
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