|El Valle Sagrado|
The Monday after Thanksgiving I took a tour of El Valle Sagrado, or the Sacred Valley of the Incas, with the other GV girls. We were in Cusco's Plaza de Armas at 8:30 am and piled into a fifteen passenger van with nine other visitors and headed up into the mountains. After stopping at a tourist trap to get cocoa leaf tea (which helps immensely with altitude sickness) we rode until we got to the mouth of the valley and stopped for a few minutes to take pictures.
It was utterly gorgeous; the rich green of the valley, the darker, tree-covered mountains, the low-hanging puffs of clouds, and snow-topped peaks peering over the distant mountains. As we continued driving, I couldn't help but picture how much more beautiful it must have looked before being settled, when the Incas first encountered it.
|A first look at Pisaq|
Our next stop was the archaeological site of Pisaq. Our guide told us that this town was primarily agricultural, and strategically placed to protect the rest of the valley, especially Cusco, from enemy attack. The ruins are high in the hills above the modern-day town of Písac, and the ancient buildings overlook the farming terraces.
|The view from the top of the site|
|From the top of the Pisaq site|
We got to climb up the hill and explore the ruins a bit, like the partially-covered structure that I'm pretty sure was some form of storehouse for goods. It was a great vantage point to view the valley, despite the wet and windy conditions. After about an hour and a half to explore, we got back into the van and continued with our journey.
We got to climb up the huge agricultural terraces that overlooked the city (each was about three meters high, five meters wide, and thirty meters long... I'll let math-y people have fun with that for size). The terraces were mainly used to grow crops for the town, like the all-important corn.
|The outside of the temple|
Also during the tour, we climbed up to the temple on the top of the hill. This temple was unfinished at the time that the Spanish invaded the area, and in their search for gold much of the temple was destroyed. Later, another desecration of the temple came about when Catholic priests deemed the temple to be idolatrous. Today, the only destruction of the temple comes in the form of the orange lichen that grows upon the stone walls and slowly erodes them.
|At a temple door with |
our guide Benjamín
Our guide explained that the reason that the Inca walls have withstood so much was their unique construction. The rocks were molded in a way that water rolled off so as to not eat away at the stone, were cut to be trapezoidal in anti-earthquake architecture, and were fitted together using various methods of stonecutting; some would have bits jutting out to fit perfectly into dips in others and prevent sliding --- kind of like the blocks in a Lego house.
|The Incas took rocks from the hill|
behind me to build their temple
We also learned that the Incas took the huge rocks from the neighboring mountains at least a half-mile away. They would cut the massive rocks at least three meters tall and would use a series of ramps (and a lot of man-power) to gradually haul the stones to the temple site. How crazy is that!
Afterwards, we got to walk along the narrow ledges winding along the side of the adjacent hill. Since I'm such a fan of heights (sarcasm) this was an interesting climb, but we had a beautiful vantage point over Ollantaytambo and the rest of the ruins. We ended the miniature hike by descending the seemingly-endless set of narrow stairs alongside of the terraces.
|During our miniature hike|
The last part of our visit to Ollantaytambo consisted of taking a peek in an Inca bathhouse nestled in the cluster of buildings at the base of the terraces. The well in the bathhouse still works beautifully without any sort of modern technology, which was pretty impressive to me. After viewing this ever-flowing fount, we trekked back through the town along some of the ancient Inca streets still in use today, and my little GV group took the train to Aguas Calientes, the tiny town closest to Machu Picchu.
I'll just start off by saying it: Machu Picchu was incredible. I am so glad that I went, and feel extremely blessed to have had the opportunity to see one of the Wonders of the World.
We left our hostel in Aguas Calientes around 7am, and took a half-hour bus ride up the winding roads to the summit where Machu Picchu lay. I was amazed to see as we rose that little puffs of white were level with my view --- I hadn't realized that we were up high enough to be among the clouds. We waited at the gate for our guide, Dimas, and the rest of our tour group, and at 8 am we sallied forth into the site, climbing for about eight minutes until we reached the flat portion overlooking the city.
|GV girls at Machu Picchu!|
After elbowing past the crowd of people who also had tours entering the area at the same time, we got our first look. It was even more breathtaking than the pictures from magazines; the mountains are such a lush, dark green in contrast with the bright green of the fields and terraces, and the grey stones stand out against all shades of green. I don't think that I could ever get tired of looking at the natural beauty that surrounds the ancient city, or cease to marvel at the architectural and historical wonder that Machu Picchu itself is.
|Mist literally covering the city|
|The only door to the city|
After this phenomenon, we went into the city through the only entrance, a ten-foot-high doorway that stands to this day. It was the only way to get into and out of the city, which makes sense from a goods-regulation viewpoint as well as from a protection viewpoint. Incas were pretty short, but the doorway was so tall to allow the passage of llamas, farming goods, and ceremonial litters carrying the Inca, or the emperor of the nation.
|The Temple of the Sun|
|Restored thatch roof|
After our two-hour tour with Dimas, we got to do our own exploring throughout the city. I wandered around with the GV girls for a time, then went off by myself to make my own discoveries, be with my thoughts, and privately marvel at the city. During my time in the city, I tried to imagine all of the structures covered with the thatch roofs and bustling with Incas roving about in their daily activities.
|Inside an Inca house|
Apart from being impressed with how well the structures in the city have withstood the passage of time, I was also impressed with the fellow tourists visiting Machu Picchu around me. For being as early in the morning as it was, and not during the high tourist season, there were so many people exploring the city with me, which surprised me. I heard more languages during my brief time on that mountaintop than I've heard in my life. I was inspired by one brave soul who was making his way through the ruins with a pair of crutches, which is a nearly-impossible task given the uneven terrain and endless stairs in a non-handicap friendly --- that's dedication to a dream.
I really don't know what more to say about Machu Picchu except that it is an utterly fantastic place, and I highly suggest that anyone able to make a trip there should do so. My pictures do more justice to the site than my words could ever do, even though photos do not capture everything that is so awe-inspiring about the place.
Thanks so much for reading! I fly back to the States on Thursday, so I'll try to post about my visit to Buenos Aires before then, but no promises ;) I will hopefully see you all soon!
|Ollantaytambo from the ground level|
|We were our guide's favorites --- he specifically|
asked for a picture with us
|A sacrificial temple next to the central religious plaza|
|The Sacred Rock of the Inca|
|So many green spaces|
|This was a sacrificial table called The Condor.|
In the space under that huge rock is a
cavern where mummies of sacrificial
animals were discovered.
|Looking out from a grain storage barn|
|Under the Temple of the Sun|
|Such a beautiful place|