Easter Sunday, April 8, 2012

Today begins bright and early even though it is holiday. Our bus first takes us toward Pisaq in the “Sacred Valley of the Incas”. An appropriate place to spend Easter Sunday! Our first stop is at a roadside stand to help support the local economy. Here, a young boy proudly shows us his little sister. We then go to Mirador Taray, an overlook of the Valley, where we get some stunning vistas and our cameras are in their element. We then go through a security checkpoint when we arrive in Pisaq.

We first come to Pisaq Archaeological Park and check out this hilltop Incan citadel with ancient temples, plazas and the Intihuatana, a stone structure thought to have been a sundial. Here we witness the elaborate terracing of the Inca.

We then go into the town market which Pisaq is famous for and we walk around the extensive market where I buy a t-shirt and take photos of the colorful products and even a weaver lady.

Now it is time for lunch and we are taken to “Arco Iris Del Puente Lodge” restaurant for a buffet lunch in the town of Urubamba. We are early for our seating reservation so we get to walk around the grounds for some scenic shots of colorful gardens and even a couple pet Vicunas. A young boy lounges in the grass. When we are called to be seated, we go in and a massive spread of food has been laid out on the buffet and we sit with our bus mates and eat to our hearts delight!

Back on the bus we chat amicably with a younger couple and the conversation turns to them asking me what I do for a living. When I tell them I’m a photographer, I am asked what I shoot. I give them a line a friend and associate taught me and my reply is, “I’ll shoot anything that can stand in front of me with a wallet!” So that was the impetus for this photo!

Shortly we arrive in Ollantaytambo. Ollantaytambo is a village in the Sacred Valley of the Incas, located on the Urubamba River and surrounded by snow-capped mountains. It’s known for its ruins, a massive Inca fortress with large stone terraces built on a hillside. Attractions include the Sun Temple and the Princess Baths fountain. We are greeted at the entrance by an Inca King or at least he appears to be! Somebody I know has decided to photo-bomb the photo!

The sun sets and we travel wearily back to Cusco where we try out another restaurant and we think we see a celebrity actor in the restaurant. Do you recognize him?

Good night and see you tomorrow!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

We have the morning to ourselves today as our excursion doesn’t start until the afternoon. So we actually get an extra hour of sleep before we partake of a complimentary fruit breakfast in the hotel. The city of Cusco is just over 11,000 feet (3400 meters) above sea level and we are getting very well acclimatized to the altitude. We stroll into the city square and you’d never know there were thousands of revelers here last night. One thing we see in all places we visit here are balconies. They are commonly painted bright colors that rarely match the attached building.

There are more than one church here and it is a very photogenic square. We decide to have an early lunch and we choose “Incanto Ristorante”. We manage to relax over lunch (I don’t remember what we had) and then it’s back outside for some more photos. Two girls dressed in native garb pose for me as we attempt to visit the inside of a church. I manage to take a couple photos before I am told to put the camera away. Oh well, I tried! But I did capture a photo of the painting of the “Last Supper” with a guinea pig depicted as being served!

We see more “INRI” crucifixes and everywhere we go, they put these up for the working people. On each “INRI”, they attach the tools that the local workers use. “INRI” stands for Jesus, in Latin it means, “Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum”

Next we see several examples of different generations of stone work, some more finessed than others.

It is now noon and our bus has arrived to pick us up. We ride for about an hour and arrive at another set of ruins, this one named, “Sacsaywaman”. We chuckle at the word, especially when it is spoken out loud. (Go ahead, say it) Here we get to see and touch amazing stone work constructed thousands of years ago. The stones are carved and stacked perfectly and a piece of paper won’t even fit between them! There is no modern knowledge of how this was done. When the Spaniards invaded Peru in the 1500s, they destroyed quite a lot of Inca building. Modern engineers have attempted to repair this damage and you can see how inferior it is, almost like child’s play in comparison! In the distance, a statue similar to “Christ The Redeemer” is on a hilltop but we never get very close to it.

We then travel a short distance to the home of “Huiracocha”, the god of water. Here, Huiracocha and “Pachamama” (Mother Earth) resided and they say these waters are the purest on earth. (Pronunciations are “Ware-a-ko-cha” and “paach-A-mama”) Once again, vendors display their colorful wares for sale!

A short walk from Huiracocha, we find another set of ruins, the name of which eludes me. I tried to research it to no avail. The sun is setting and the day is coming to a close.

Back in Cusco, we find a new restaurant to try and another great meal is had!

See you tomorrow!

Good Friday, April 6, 2012

We arrive at the Temple of Wiracoccha in Raqchi. This is one of the largest archaeological sites in Peru. The Spaniards destroyed most of it and built their own Catholic Church on the site. It is not known the full reasons for this site but it is speculated it was a barracks for the Inca soldiers. The Temple was the largest roof in the Inca empire. It was 302 feet by 84 feet. (92 meters by 25.5 meters). Some ingenious designs such as stair steps as depicted in the first photo were just an example of Inca brilliance. Custom water systems were an Inca staple.

Wiracoccha was a deity to the Inca, believed to be the giver of all life and the ‘Creator God’. The Temple was built as a tribute to him. It is said that he made fire fall from the sky and burn the area when in reality it was lava from the nearby Volcano of Quimsa Chata. So the Temple was built to recognize the event.

Our bus drives on to Cajamarca where we stop and visit another small town and the Virgen Dolorosa church that is decorating for Easter. The detailed stone plaza has been intrinsically laid. Colorful vendors again line the street displaying their wares. Carved stone figurines of Dolorosa line the street outside the church.

We drive on and pass by a Sun Gate similar to the “Intipunku” of Machu Picchu. On a specific day and time, we are told, the sun rises and shines through the sun gate, illuminating a specific object. Shortly thereafter we descend into Cusco at just over 11,000 feet (3400 meters). We see the “Monumento Inca Pachacutec” as we go through town. The sun sets behind the overcast skies as we arrive at our hotel.

We check in to our clean and comfortable room and leave the hotel in search of food. We walk the 3 blocks to the main square past pretty fountains and come across throngs of worshipers celebrating “Semana Santa”, a mix of Catholicism and Inca traditions. No sooner has the procession passed and the thousands of revelers are gone and the square is empty. So a few night photos are added to my collection.

We find the “Inka Grill” and get seated for dinner. I order Roasted Guinea Pig and it is amazingly delicious. Hundreds of bones make me look like a chipmunk as I gingerly nibble at the meal. A friendly diner from France that we strike up a conversation with poses for a fun photo!

We are tired and don’t want to walk back uphill to our hotel. We have been warned in advance not to hail a taxi ourselves as there are some unscrupulous taxi drivers in the area. We have been instructed to have a restaurant or hotel call for the taxi for us. Well, we have already left the restaurant so what should we do? Then we spot a police car with an officer sitting in it. We approach him and get the message to him that we need a taxi and he gets out, puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles at a taxi. He goes to the driver and has some strong words with him. Then he signals us to get in.

The taxi driver appears terrified and drives us straight to our hotel with his knuckles glued to the wheel. We pay him and he doesn’t drive off until we have gotten safely inside the hotel. We chuckle and wonder whar the police officer told him and retire for the night.