Return from Machu Picchu Trek.
From
Agua Calientes we took a train for the hour and a half ride to Ollantaytambo, where we disembarked and picked
up a bus back to Cuzco, arriving at the hotel at 9:30 PM. While my son
retrieved our luggage left behind, I jumped in the shower. That hot water felt
so good and after four long hard days it seemed as if I were also shedding lots
of dirt and grime. I was in bed and sound asleep before he got out of the
shower. Like hibernating bears, we both slept soundly.
This
was during 9/11 and since we were on the trail we did not hear about the attack
for three days. The next morning in Cusco we went down to breakfast and turned the TV to the BBC to get the latest news about
the terrorist attack on NYC.
I finally made it |
One
of the young gals on the trip had spoken to our guide about finding a masseuse,
and when returning from a trip to the
plaza we learned that one would be at the hotel at 3:00 PM. I was the first, followed by my son, and then
she moved on to the girls’ room. It was
a well spent $25 for the hour-long massage. She really got after those sore
calf and thigh muscles. My daypack hadn’t bothered my shoulders much, but she
tackled them anyway. I almost felt like a new woman when she had finished
getting all the knots out of my body.
That
evening as we crossed the Plaza to our street, we saw about 30 riot police on
the corner of our street and the plaza. We speculated they must be expecting
some trouble with the celebration that was going on.
The
following night at 2:00AM we were awakened with sirens blaring shattering the stillness of the night. My son got up, and went
outside to see what he could learn. The hotel, located on a hill, provided a good view of the city
below. Seeing nothing, he returned to the room to get dressed and go to the
lobby to see what the TV might be saying. Knowing the Andes are unstable and
prone to earthquakes, he was visibly upset. Then at 5:00 AM the church bells
rang, but not normally. They rang and rang and rang. Was that some sort of a
warning?
With
daylight and never having found out what was going on, we were packed and ready
to move north to Puno and Lake Titicaca.
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