getting ready in the lobby |
on the move |
on the bus! |
Then we headed over to the ruins at Ollantaytambo, which were amazing -- terraces all the way up the hillside, complete doorways, granaries, etc. Really impressive. Wil and I slipped off to explore on our own, including a trip around to an Inca storehouse -- which was a dead end.
Really nice day exploring, but all too soon it was time to get back on the bus.
I did manage to buy a new soft drink in town -- a Coke Life, which we believe was sweetened with Stevia?
We drove another 45 minutes or so, mostly on a single track road, through smaller and smaller villages, criss-crossing the railway. We eventually arrived in a little compound where we took everything off the buss and were directed to go into lunch. (Spaghetti marinara, garlic bread, and a soup to start.) More milling about, some last-minute adjusting, some fretting over the amount of stuff the porters were carrying, and then we were off… for a little bit.
We walked through the village to the "Kilometer 82" sign, took a group photo, and made our way to the checkpoint. It's an elaborate process -- checking the passport number matches the permits, and so on. We had to line up in order of the permits, but after about 20 minutes we were all through.
We crossed the bridge and we all got nervous and jittery -- we all just wanted to GO. The first day was pretty short -- only a couple of hours, nice and gentle, and about 6km. We stepped off the trail so we could see the ruins across from our camp, plus looked at some other ruins. Then down the hill to camp. Ahh…
Dinner was served as a group in two big tents; the first night we had slices of battered eggplant rather than the fish, plus rice, sauce, and vegetables. Very nice. Also soup, and a dessert that was a little like warm gelatin with small diced chunks of cinnamon apple.
Toilet was slightly scary, but hey, toilets. To bed early, with amazing stars in the sky. Day one was done, which was both happy news and, weirdly sad.
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