THE TRAVELLERS CURRENT , the Urubamba River, which has to Aguas Calientes, below Machu Picchu, eats through the valley, accompanied us all the time. But until we came to the dirt road the times on this side, now lies across the river, we had to cover an adventurous route.
Annika and I left Cusco on Wednesday night with one of the buses to Quillabamba. After far too many too quickly run over sleepers that will actually serve to exhort bus, truck and car drivers at moderate speeds, we reached first Urubamba. There, the bus was filled, so we were surrounded by people who spoke Quechua, and above all so incomprehensible for me were. Exhausting the trip was not only because of the inappropriate high speed and the damaged road, but also because of the music.
In Ecuador the music on the bus given by the driver. That was in the bus from Cusco is not the case, but instead brought the passengers with their own radios. The Quechua lady by my side came with their camera not quite cope and allowed himself and us and all the loud noise from their radio. Thank you for this!
one point I was still sleeping, from which I was, however rudely, as all the passengers cried out loud (!): The bus had suddenly become alarmingly quickly. The driver should be a rest or replaced, it said. My confidence in our driver was gone. Shortly after we arrived, however, Santa Maria, and we could get.
to Santa Teresa, it was in a van, the ride was short and painless. Once there, we put ourselves under the eaves of an apparently empty building to the three hours until dawn as thoroughly as possible to rest: We had a long way to go!
In rainy dawn and with the hope for better weather so we went on the road, all taxis and buses negative. On the banks of the Urubamba along upstream towards Aguas Calientes, which sits at the foot of the tourist attraction in South America. The road was longer and longer, not the less rain and the backpacks any easier. Nevertheless, the surroundings seemed surreal, powerful stream of brown, bizarrely, the mountains, the clouds mystical.
After the first three hours we reached the end of the road and began to follow the tracks to Aguas Calientes. We were met by many Latin American tourists who had their personal adventures in Machu Picchu already behind. Currently, no Europeans and North Americans are here, instead, many Argentines (four to one!), Brazilians and Chileans. Mostly students from the economically strong nations of the continent.
felt by hundreds of kilometers we reached Aguas Calientes. The village is situated on the brown and right now pretty dangerous looking Urubamba River and consists mainly of hotels, restaurants (pizza everywhere) and Laundry. I do not know that there are between the incredibly steep rock walls and no other villages that you can rely exclusively on the Aguas Calientes train or on foot rather expensive, I would assume that no Peruvian Peruvians living at night and not here ...
After we rested on our march to Aguas Calientes far as possible, we stood at four clock in the morning the following day, to begin the hike to Machu Picchu: The ruins are located about four miles and four hundred meters from the village, and who is one of the would receive only four hundred stamps per day for the mountain Huayna Picchu, must soon be on the mat!
The road to Machu Picchu was not easily led to countless steps uphill. The many weakened and partially transferring victims of the race along the way were still incomprehensible to me. Also the fact that almost nobody had a flashlight it! I hurried up the hill but undeterred and finally reached the finish unscathed and the dawn of morning. The entrance was empty and I was lost to me: Was I right! I was right! Together with a corpulent Brazilian I was the first visitor of the day, but had to wait half an hour until the opening of ticket sales and Annika could reserve a good seat.
Machu Picchu in the mist hung low, as we finally allowed to enter. After all, the rain had stopped! We wandered through the old walls for a while before we started the climb to the other two hundred meters higher Huayna Picchu. Let's see some high steps were overcome, and sometimes I felt on the edge of the deepest abyss a bit uncomfortable. It was no use: I had on this rock, which is used to the typical images of Machu Picchu as a background!
On top of this adventurous plant Annika and I waited about an hour until the fog suddenly tore open and offered such a great view of Machu Picchu! It was indescribable: the strange steep rock walls in the area provided an incredible Background for the view of the impressive ruins. Everything seemed like a different world. Last mist still clinging to the individual slopes as the sun burned down on us ...
After the descent from Huayna Picchu and another walk through the ruins, we decided against a guide and for the descent, and our legs and feet became visible. In Aguas Calientes, there was a well-earned at the end of strengthening and more good news from the Bundesliga.
What a day! And tomorrow it goes: Back to Santa Teresa, and from there to Cusco, this time during the day. And then the most direct way to Bolivia. Copacabana is beautiful, and from there we start our Tout on Lake Titicaca! Further from there!
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