Day 5 – With only an overnight bag we climbed onto the bus for our adventure to Machu Pichu; however, before we boarded the train, we went for a city tour of Urubamba by way of a moto-taxi for every 2 people. One of the highlights was a stop at a typical local cemetery which featured very ornate mausoleums.
At one time the deceased person was buried in a sitting position and the families brought food and chicha to sustain their loved one in the after-life. They even paid professional mourners to weep and wail. Households can rent or buy their grave sites; however, if they’re renting and miss a monthly payment, the bones are removed.
On our afternoon adventure to the Incan fortress of Ollantaytambo (one of the few places where the Incans defeated the Spaniards in 1536), we saw families tilling their plots with oxen and many small boys and girls herding sheep and cattle with only a small stick.
When we stopped at a roadside inn where the red balloon advertised that Chicha was available, we learned how to play “sapo.” Each person took a turn tossing large wooden coins onto a small table with six holes and a frog with an open mouth. The object was to get the coins into the holes which dropped into a divided drawer and were added up. It was a lot of fun and harder than you might think. No one was able to put a coin into the frog’s mouth which was the ultimate victory.
In the evening we were hosted in a large dining room with dinner prepared by a local family: Quinoa soup, rice with pareta, boiled potatoes, corn tamales, popcorn, duck, guinea pig, purple corn juice and a cookie. Very often our meals would include rice and several different kinds of potatoes.
Urubamba River Trip continued: The other four members of our entourage learned how to hold the paddle correctly and follow the captain’s commands of “forward,” “stop,” and “back paddle.” All I had to do was enjoy the gorgeous scenery with networks of hand-constructed terraces on either side of the high river walls which were used by the Incas centuries ago to help feed their civilization. There is still evidence of Incan canals and homes interspersed in the agave cactus and Scottish broom (yellow gorse.) We only encountered one level 2 rapid and avoided the protruding rocks.
At our landing point, Edgar and the boat crew served our picnic lunch of fried chicken, yucca, avocados, tomatoes, cucumbers, pita bread, cookies and coke. Placido and several other Andean boys demonstrated one of their local dances and we all participated. Since the elevation made us extremely thirsty, the daily bottled water that we received was very welcome.
y 4 - Full day today which started with a bus ride up the Andean highway witha photo-op for a glacier on the second highest peak (22,000 ft. elevation) in the Andes. Walter said that global warming poses a threat to the scant vegetation which provides some food for the donkeys, cattle, lambs and goats. At the drop off point “el grupo” disembarked and hiked down a twisting path to visit the “Salineras” comprised of multitudes of large salt ponds and then followed a path that went to the Urubamba River. When they emerged near the site of our former lunch stop, Edgar, the bus driver and I were there to greet them and it was on to our rafting float trip.
Because no shoes were allowed in the rafts. everyone had to wear water shoes. Then, there was the challenge of getting me into the raft. Juan Carlos, our captain. referred to me as “La Reina” (the queen), plsced me in the 3rd row with a small Andean boy, Placido, beside me who manned an oar. When I mentioned Placido Domingo, the opera singer, the Captain said, “Canta (sing), Placido” and he sangt several Quecha songs.
At our Day 3 lunch stop, I had alpaca in sweet and sour sauce over rice, elderberry syrup over polenta, lamb from a large skewer, maize fried in oil and a sampling of tasty desserts. And then a female voice called out, “Pat Feldhaus!” Imagine my surprise to see a church friend from Chico which reinforces my “Small World” theory.
Next stop was Pisac (elev. 9,500- 11,000 ft.), another Inca site, situated at the top of a switchback road. Our group took a walking tour on the cobblestone streets of the town and we were invited into some of the homes where good luck dolls along with dried corn hung from the ceilings while guinea pigs scurried around on the earthen floors.
Since I believe that discretion is the better part of valor, I explored the lower levels of the historic location while the others climbed around some of the huge agricultural terraces. Then we descended by bus further into the valley to sleep at the Sonesta Posada del Inca in Yucay where the mattresses were on the floor.
Day 3 – Early morning flight to Cuzco at 10,909 elevation where the primary industry is tourism. On our way down into the Sacred Valley of the Incas, our bus detoured off the main road for several spontaneous “discoveries.” At one stop Walter invited a little boy to come on board and asked him questions about his school (he had to walk an hour each way) and his family. At the end of our conversation the boy said, “Welcome people. Thank you for visiting us.” What composure!
Walter pointed our Ulaipo Lake where Indians told the Spanish conquistadors that a chain of gold was placed; “aym” is the reciprocity of different families working together on their land to help each other; generally, small communities consist of 200 residents with a President; Incas worshiped and sacrificed llamas; and if there is a stick with a red balloon in front of a house, it means that “chicha”, a local corn-brewed beer, is being served.
Our second discovery happened when we all piled out of the bus to see a 2 story house with windows and doors being built of adobe with supports made of eucalyptus wood. If the builder doesn’t make the bricks himself, he can buy 5 bricks for one sol. Natural ventilation preserves food in the dry atmosphere.
Walter, our guide, shared some facts:Spanish is the Number 1 language followed by Quecha(spoken mostly by native Andeans); 3.20 sols + $1.oo; 1988-l992 was the period of terrorists, and July 28 is the Peruvian Independence Day.
The “Parque d’Amor” was our first stop on our afternoon city tour of Lima. A huge erotic statue overlooked the ocean and all sorts of love quotes were emblazoned on the multi- colored tile walls.
The next attraction was “Oro del Peru?Armas del Mundo” (gold of Peru and armaments of the world), a private collection composed of looted Inca sites and gifts of armor and guns. Some of the artifacts included ceremonial masks representing the most important divinities – feline, serpents and birds; weavings from the Paracas; narigueras (gold and silver nose rings); grandiose orejeras (earrings), and mummies that were well-preserved because of the dry coastal climate of Peru.
We arrived in Lima in the evening of the first day; but alas, Kathy’s luggage never caught up with us until the evening of Day 6! She took it in stride and the good part was that she never had to think about what she was going to wear the following morning.
Day 2 – Miraculously my Spanish returns to me when visiting an Hispanic country. I also follow the principle that “When in Rome, do as the Romans” which means that I started drinking coca tea to help me with altitude adjustment. Even though Lima is on the coast of the Pacific, our journey was going to be in the Andes with 10,000 to 11,000 feet elevation gain.
Our charismatic leader’s name was Walter and he started calling me “Mom” right off the bat since I was the senior adventurer (75) of our 16 member group. As we walked through Kennedy Square and the Plaza Principal on our way to lunch, a 72 year old man shined my shoes which are still shiny!
“Discover Real Affordable Peru..including Machu Pichu, the Sacred Valley and Cuzco in an Overseas Adventure Tour.”
How could I resist the lure of the travel brochure, especially since Paul and I had tried to visit Peru in 1989; however, we had to go to the jungle instead since The Shining Path (a group of terrorists) was killing tourists on the train to Machu Pichu.
So, the time was right for me to go to Peru with Kathy, my MT nurse daughter, who gave me a helping hand when those Inca steps proved too challenging for me alone.
Our weekend ended on a light note with “Being Liberal Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry” presented by The Second City National Touring Company, a group of six highly Talented improv artists who performed witty, satirical sketches.
Some of the skits focused on a Parent – Teacher conference; a married couple driving in a car and each one always wanted to have the last word; several “spoofs” on the eldrerly and nursing homes; and a very touching cameo of a young boy who is trying to win his father’s approval at a baseball game. A few of the many actors who have launched their careers at this venue are Dan Aykroyd, John Candy, Gilda Radner and Martin Short.
With memories like these, I’m planning on a return visit to Toronto.