Flying from Brazil I made my way to Cusco via Lima (which was all a bit by the skin of my teefs by that stage). Turned out ok, thanks to the help of the excellent staff in Lima Airport.. Previously having little or no luck in the Brazilian airport lottery draw, this was a breath of fresh air, and I was inspired to make more random changes to tickets (much to their disgust)..
From the air, Cusco looked much like any of the scrawly towns seen in South America, except maybe a little blander. In truth it was much nicer from the ground than i’d initially given credit for, and the narrow windy streets had an addictive quality that made you want to explore each one ..
The city of Cusco was an amazing remnants of Incan culture and peaceful people who were mostly welcoming and helpful. I saw some amazing things in the city, and it never ceased to surprise me with the likes of full blown military parades - complete with rocket launchers, chemical warfare soldiers and camouflaged snipers.., to traditional clothed locals, spinning beanies & scarfs straight from the backs of Alpacas. I got the feeling it might have been just for the tourists, but it was still really cool to see..
I came to Peru to find out more about the history of the Incans and their amazing constructions high in the Andean mountains. The Incan history is fascinating. Somehow these people, hundreds of years ago, worked out amazing methods of engineering and civilisation. They seemed very advanced for their time. and if they were around today as a modern day full-blown civilization, it would be something to see where they would be.
So after a day to acclimatise to the altitude (Cusco is somewhere around 3300m above sea level - the highest I’d ever been so far), I set out for the Inca Trail trek reaching peaks up to 4200m.. Our Guide for the trek, complete with no teeef and one dodgy eye, explained that the rain situation was looking good… (by the way, the Inca culture worshiped the god of rain, and therefor excessive rain was a good thing..), and that we should maybe buy a poncho and some of the other stuff from the locals on the way in..
And as predicted, it rained.. Lots.. Thankfully it rained the heaviest whilst shivering in our tents at night. Wet. But during the days it reduced to a light drizzle, which was a nice change. Most mornings I would be up around 2am, dreading the wake-up call, just hoping it wouldn’t be right now..
In between rainy periods, it was almost pleasant.. The mountains were truly beautiful, and if i were a religious type, I’d probably want to worship the sun, the mountains and the animals there too.. (I actually stopped and made offerings to the gods at the highest peaks for friends & family home and abroad (and for it to stop raining so damn much) - And i stopped JUST short of a ritual sacrifice..)_, any way, see the photos for a better idea..