Cuzcotopia 2006

Welcome to Cuzcotopia 2006! Here's how it works.

2007-01-22T07:18:00.000-08:00

This here blog chronicles our fabulous trip to Peru, from December 28 through January 8th or so. We saw a lot of Incan ruins, got ruined by some local Peruvian food, and got engaged on the sacred mountain of Machu Picchu. It's going to be hard to top this one, but it's a big world out there. I'm sure we'll manage.

The posts here are a mixture of live reports made from the field and photographic evidence that wasn't uploaded until we got back home. I reckon the best way to get the full Cuzcotopia experience is to start at the bottom and read each post on the way up. Even if you did this a week ago, I just finished slotting everything into its correct place, so you may have missed a few photos.

One note on "Cuzco" versus "Cusco": They're both correct spellings. "Q'osq'o" is the original spelling in Quechua, the indigenous tongue, and "Cuzco" is the Spanish translation. I think "Cusco" is an attempt to Quechua-ify the Spanish. I stick with "Cusco" throughout for continuity. I may be the only person out there who finds this paragraph interesting, but I don't care because it's my blog. Thank you for your interest.

Please enjoy Cuzcotopia 2006.

Heeeeeeeeeeeellllllpppppp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

2007-01-07T11:31:00.000-08:00

We are stuck in Lima. Lima is not a fun city to be stuck in. Lima is dirty. Lima is noisy. Lima is not Denver, where my bed and car and dog live.

Even though we were booked and confirmed on our flight home from Lima, we got bumped because we checked in just too late (we were coming in from Cusco and had to pick up our bags, etc.)

Actually, I´d like to call out Nathan and Efrain on this one. This is all your fault. Your souvenir caused us to have to check the bag in the first place. So Efrain, when you open the bills with your new llama letter opener, remember the blood and tears it cost for us to mule it across all of South America.

Anyway, the airline gave us a hotel for the night and some vouchers that they lied to us about because we thought they were cash but they´re not, they´re just vouchers towards another purchase on their shitty airline and why would they think that we would want something like that that´s just like them they´re owned by United doesn´t that figure can´t do a damn thing right.

Yay, South American travel!!!! Yayy! ¡Es estupendo!

And the rest

2007-01-06T07:13:00.000-08:00

We made our way back to Cusco from Ollantaytambo via private taxi, just because we were too tired to recreate the chicken bus experience. Don't get me wrong -- a private taxi in Peru is just as adventurous as a chicken bus, and just as likely to cause accidental death and/or dismemberment.

The best thing about the flight back to Lima? The "live vest" that lived beneath our seats. I want a pet vest to take home!

Mas fiesta!

2007-01-05T14:10:00.000-08:00

The beauty is, these people weren't doing this for the benefit of tourists, considering we were some of the only gringos in town. Rather, they were doing it because this is how they've done it for hundreds of years.

The Nino in question.

No, those aren't white guys in the parade, those are masks. Seriously. Left-click the picture for a larger version if you don't believe me.

Fiesta!

2007-01-05T14:05:00.000-08:00

When we checked into our hotel, we ran into the American owner, who was pleased to tell us that our visit coincided with one of the village's annual fiestas. She said that processions and other ceremonies would be taking place throughout that day and the next. While we were up on the hillside checking out the fortress of Ollantaytambo, we caught our first glimpse of finely costumed locals making their way to one of the churches, playing music and dancing as they went. There was even a few cannon shots that reverberated endlessly among the massive mountains that surround the village.

Here's the procession we saw from the hillside. Though this is zoomed in a lot, we could hear them just fine! The music was great.

Later that day, we fell into the back of this procession, which consisted of villagers who were taking armloads of beautiful flowers to the church where the Nino was. This little interval occurred when (seriously) no one had the keys to the church. It was funny.

Chris was amused by these musicians who had to wait along with everyone else. About a minute after this photo was taken, Chris' prediction came true, which was: "Watch, if nothing happens soon, they're going to start noodling on their horns." Musicians are the same in every country, it turns out.

Ollantaytambo

2007-01-05T14:00:00.000-08:00

"Oy-yan-tay-tahm-bo." It's a mouthful, but we got used to it pretty quickly. After arriving in one piece and checking into our beautiful little B&B, we set out to see the town's Incan fortress, which looms high on the nearby hills. It's not as visually stunning as Machu Picchu or Sacsayhuaman, but we were impressed just the same. We were both glad it was the last ruin we were scheduled to see, because we were reaching our limit.

This seat was carved out of the existing rock and from it, we got a beautiful view of the town below.

The town of Ollantaytambo has been continuously inhabited since the Incans built it more than 800 years ago. The foundations of all the buildings are Incan-made, and the whole town is carefully planned in a grid of small blocks with elaborate means of draining water down to the Urubamba river.

I'm not sure if this stucco/plaster is original or not, but either way it shows how some buildings were put together with rougher stones and then covered with smooth plaster.

Doing the funky chicken (bus)

2007-01-05T13:48:00.000-08:00

Liz here. Chris signed us in on his account, and the internet tubes are waaay too slow here to bother re-signing in.

After we successfully made it back from war-torn Aguas Calientes (everything looked pretty peaceful when we left, but you never know when the mayor´s appearance may have incited major violence), we spent the next day in Cusco where we took in a few more of the sights and finally had our dinner of cuy, which is roasted guinea pig. It was fantabulous. Cuy meat is tender, juicy, and buttery. Mmmm... cuy.

Today, we decided to go a couple towns over to the city of Ollantaytambo, which was originally planned and built by the Incas and has been continuously inhabited since the 13th century. The foundations are all Incan stonework, and drainage canals and waterworks still keep the river at bay. There is also a pretty cool Incan fortress ruin above the city.

Getting here was the real adventure, though. We tried for a while to get a big, air conditioned tour bus here, but found that it´s just not possible. Plenty of tour companies were willing to sell us big involved tours of the whole Sacred Valley, but not just a bus to Ollantaytambo. Everyone told us the same thing. "Go to Puente Grau, get a local bus." Fine. We humped it to this bridge in Cusco where all the local buses are and paid 7 soles (US $2) for both of us to take a 2 hour ride to Urubamba, where we´d have to change buses. We felt pretty smug at our local acumen, as we were the only gringos on the bus. When the bus left, there were a couple people standing in the aisles. Here's a picture of the type of bus we were on...

We figured that they´d be getting off a few stops down the line. Wrong. Not only did they stay on, our little bus kept taking on more and more passengers. When we got to the next big town, the most amazing thing happened. Without any warning or conversation, everyone standing in the aisles crouched down below window level. There must be some sort of safety checkpoint in the area. The beauty is, whoever works the security checkpoint must take these buses from time to time, so they know what´s going on. The situation was a beautiful example of how South America works. People crouch down to avoid being seen, the security guy can honestly tell his supervisor that he didn´t see any extra people on the bus, and life goes on.

When we finally reached Urubamba, we were quickly ushered towards a vehicle no larger than a VW microbus to continue our journey to Ollantaytambo. Finally, we were to ride on what is affectionately known throughout the Americas as "the chicken bus." Today, there were no chickens, but there were 21 souls onboard. Twenty-one. In a microbus. Fortunately, it was only a 20 minute ride.

Ollantaytambo is a lovely little village, and we are lucky enough to have arrived during the Fiesta del Niño de Something or Other. We will try to catch some of the festivities and document them for your pleasure.

Tomorrow we´ve got some shopping to do, then it´s back to Cusco for our last night in country. It´s been a great trip, but I´m hankering for some proper nachos.

I would eat that!

2007-01-04T20:26:00.000-08:00

The title of this post is an homage to my Grandpa Bob, who has stated that he would eat just about anything. This is why he is so cool. We were telling him at Christmas about the native delicacies in Peru, and mentioned guinea pig. His face lit up and he said, "I would eat that!"

So here, for Grandpa Bob and everyone else, are the pictures of Chris and I with our plates of cuy. It was very rich tasting, kind of buttery, and a little greasy but not in a bad way. Guinea pig is good eating, people.

Yes, we sent them

2007-01-04T20:19:00.000-08:00

And I'm sorry if yours doesn't arrive. Mail is notoriously bad in Peru, so when the time came to send postcards, we went all the way down to the central post office in Cusco to give them the best chance of survival. Here's proof that we actually wrote, paid for, and sent each and every one of our friends and family members a postcard.

They weren't cheap either. Like US $2 per postcard, which in other situations in Peru is enough to pay for 2 tickets on a long-ass bus ride.

Demonstration in the streets of Cusco

2007-01-04T20:11:00.000-08:00

It just ain't a vacation in South America without at least one demonstration. We're not sure what this one was about, but there were lots of bullhorns, flag waving, and the ever-present representation of Evil Uncle Sam (look for the oversized stars and stripes-decorated top hat in the crowd.)

The rainbow flag has been used in Peru and surrounding countries since the time of the Incans, representing the unity of the different territories controlled by the Incan emperor. Today, it's used to symbolize native Quechuan pride.

Requisite Incan statue in the plaza

2007-01-03T09:00:00.000-08:00

Every town seems to have one. This was the Incan plaza statue in Aguas Calientes.

Riot in Aguas Calientes!!!!

2007-01-03T08:53:00.000-08:00

Okay, not really. We´re in a second-story internet cafe on the main plaza of Aguas Calientes, and we looked down to see a collection of police gathering near our corner. They were wearing the same security guard-looking ballcaps and vests as always, but they all had full-length riot shields that say POLICIA on them. One of them even had a tear gas launcher. A tear gas launcher, people. We couldn´t figure it out until a man in a tie emerged. Ah. The new mayor. Now there is a large group of people crowded around him, possibly to get autographs or blessings for their chickens.

The riot gear-clad police look a bit sheepish, but it´s probably the only excuse they´ve ever had to bust out the gear that the national government issues to them, and they´re jealous of their peers in Cusco and Lima who get to use it far more often. So far the crowd appears to be waiting patiently under an awning out of the rain to get a glimpse of the new dignitary. There will be pictures forthcoming, as with everything else. News updates as we get them. From mob-ruled Aguas Calientes, this is Liz. Back to you in the studio.

Machu PICCHU!!

2007-01-03T08:02:00.000-08:00

So we have finally made it to the main event! After a number of twists and turns getting to the tiny pueblo of Aguas Calientes, we saw our first glimpse of the lost royal Incan retreat of Machu Picchu. I must say, it was as amazing as you can imagine. Buildings constructed on a remote jungle mountaintop that gets, on average 77 inches of rain a year, still standing. Honestly, with some thatch roofs, the place could be inhabitable.

The day up to MP was a long one, with us rising before dawn to catch the 4 hr train ride from Cusco to Aguas Calientes. The trip was very beautiful, but for the loud Americans sitting behind us. While we thought about catching up on sleep, it really wasn´t possible to have this beautiful countryside pass us by in our sleep.

Upon arrival in the pueblo, we attempted to obtain a place to stay, as we hadn´t set up a room beforehand. With something like 120 hostels and hotels in the area, we figured we could wing it. After trying a few LP recommendations, as well as not being able to even find several of their recommendations, we hung our heads and walked into ¨Gringo Bill´s¨, a nice hostel/hotel in the plaza of this small berg of a town. The place was ok, and we took it, anxious to get to MP, as the last bus down the mountain was 5:30, and the weather can be sketchy.

Sooo, we started on the hunt for MP tickets. We had heard that you have to buy the tickets in town, as they don´t sell them on the site. After talking to the Peru information desk, we learned that the ticket window was approx. 15 ft away from where we were standing, asking for directions. At the sad, gov´t run ticket window, you can only pay in local currency, no credit cards, no US cash, even though most shopkeeps seem to only have US dollars! Anyway, I am being told I am being long winded...the ticket lady took our wheelbarrow of Soles, and proceeded to give me change in 10 cent increments!

Weighed down by a pocketful of change, we arrived in MP with a splendid view - the ¨money shot¨which will inevitably become my screensaver. The day was lots of doors, windows and steps, all of which are well described in our self guided tour book, which we are extremely grateful that we brought, as they don´t provide anything to tourists entering the site, not even the crappy map that you would expect!

The evening was capped by a lovely dinner at a local restaurant, probably the best in the whole town. I had me some grilled alpaca, which was tough, but I got a lot of meat. Liz´s appetite returned pretty much 100%, and we marveled at playing Name That Tune to the Peruvian pan pipe cover album, featuring such greats as Tears in Heaven, Unbreak My Heart and the Dirty Dancing song.

As we returned to our hotel, we noticed what previously we thought was a church festival, to be actually a full on community fiesta event. At volume reaching 11.5, the band rocked on in the square below our hotel window. Unsure as to what this was all about, we asked our hotel front desk clerk, who informed us that the town had a new mayor. We named him ¨Mayor McQueso¨and cursed his name through the night, as the party went well past midnight. Mind you that we were scheduled to get up at 4:00 am to catch the first bus up to MP!

Needless to say, we slept with one ear plug in, and the other plastered to the pillow, with the hopes that we would hear the alarm in the morning, and see MP in its morning glory.

MP -- Day Two

2007-01-03T08:00:00.000-08:00

Don't worry, this day will be a lot shorter than yesterday's. We didn't get nearly as many pictures, partly because of the dense cloud cover and mostly because we were all dopey from having just gotten engaged.

We got up at 4 am after about 2 hours of sleep, thanks to Mayor McQueso, but we were excited to get back up to MP so the groggy factor was pretty minimal. Actually, Chris says he was just about crapping his pants, but that's mostly because he was about T-minus 30 minutes to proposing.

We caught the first bus up the mountain at 0530 ("What does the '0' stand for? Oh my God, it's early." Still funny after all these years) and were kind of surprised that visibility was crap. I mean, we shouldn't have been surprised -- we were at like 8,000 feet in a rainforest -- but you know how it is. None of the pictures you see of Machu Picchu are ever foggy. It's the same reasoning that catches people off guard when they visit Los Angeles for the first time and are surprised that they can't see the mountains that are always clearly visible on the postcard.

Once on-site, Chris wanted to climb up to the top of the terracing where we had started our wanderings the day before, but I wouldn't let go of the concept that the view wouldn't be any better up there than it was where we were standing. Fortunately, this small change in plans didn't freak him out too much -- he was able to pull out my ring just fine where we were standing. We took a picture of the happy event, and quickly realized that no one would be able to tell where in the world we were, so we returned a few hours later and recreated the scene.

The "real" picture:

The "hey look at us we're at Machu Picchu" picture:

I think they are both nice. For the next couple hours, we wandered around while Chris told me all the stories of how it takes a village to propose at Machu Picchu. Everyone was involved, apparently. Finally, we found ourselves in a random building in Conjunto 17 and started to get curious about what it was used for, so we pulled the book back out and resumed our educational vacation.

Check this out. Real live leaf-cutter ants! Proof we were, in fact, in the jungle. So cool. I just looked down and there they were! I am such a nerd!

Grand staircases were not too good for the Incans. Look how they incorporated the existing rock on both the left and right.

Don't look, Erica. Here's a view down the terraces to the Urubamba river far, far below.

You asked for it: some pictures of Machu Picchu

2007-01-02T07:20:00.000-08:00

The Incans had abstract representative art. Take a look. When it was first discovered, people thought this thing was a sundial. But considering the uneven surfaces and angles, it doesn't work as one -- besides, if these people wanted to make straight lines, they certainly could. After "modern art" was invented, researchers started to think that this object was a sort of abstract totem that allowed Incans to offer sacrifices of chicha or whatever to the sacred mountains. Apparently there's one just like it on top of Huayna Picchu, but we couldn't climb the mountain because it was wet and dangerous.

The system of fountains at Machu Picchu is incredible. A series of stone canals channels water from a spring down to the first fountain, located within the royal residence. As you can see, the engineering is pretty good -- the water drains to a corner of the basin and moves down the hill a ways to the next fountain. There are 16 fountains in all, and 500 years later, the water still flows through them with no interruption.

Attention Trainer.

2007-01-02T07:15:00.000-08:00

This is how I spent my vacation.

Mas Machu Picchu

2007-01-02T07:10:00.000-08:00

Lots of times, the builders of Machu Picchu designed their buildings so that the angles of walls and the pitches of roofs were in perfect harmony with the backdrop of the mountains.

Dozens of workers toil endlessly to keep the jungle at bay. After passing several men scrubbing moss from the stones, I asked to take a picture of this man. He was amused and very flattered that I would want his picture.

No need for this picture, really. I just think I look good here. More pictures later!

More MP

2007-01-02T07:05:00.000-08:00

This angle shows some of the terraces (on the left) that keep these buildings from sliding off the mountain in the 77 inches of rain that fall annually.

A 20-minute hike took us to this view of an Incan drawbridge. This path served as a back door to Machu Picchu. When the Incans didn't want anyone crossing the bridge, they simply removed the timbers that cross that big gap.

Here's Chris at the front door to Machu Picchu. The Incans were very careful to use their doors and windows to frame beautiful views of their sacred mountains. The big mountain that everyone associates with Machu Picchu is actually called Huayna Picchu. The mountain called Machu Picchu is actually behind you when you're looking at the traditional view.

Machu Picchu -- First Glance!

2007-01-02T07:00:00.000-08:00

After an arduous journey to the town of Aguas Calientes and from there up to Machu Picchu, we got down to the business of learning about this amazingly engineered city. We had an excellent guide book written by people who have studied Machu Picchu for decades, so we were able to learn a lot about each area we walked through.

Pictures from afar can't capture how big the site really is -- once we were walking among the buildings, it became difficult to take good photos, just because we were so up close to everything.
Boy, I hated this hat. But I had to buy it to keep my scalp from burning off, and my only other real options in Cusco were ones that had retarded embroidery that said "MACHU PICCHU" on them.

New Year's Eve!

2006-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00

After being violently ill for much of the day, I sucked it up enough to go outside for New Year's Eve. We grabbed some food and at about 11:45, made our way to the Plaza de Armas, the main square in Cusco. I bought a plastic lei from a kid (yellow for luck, remember) and we found a spot to stand on the edge of the square. The air was thick with gunpowder and the sounds of bottle rockets, M-80s, and general merriment. There are no "Safe and Sane" fireworks in Peru. They are all very much unsafe and insane, so your choices are to a) stay inside or b) enjoy yourself and hope that everyone has very good aim.

About five minutes to midnight, the volume went up to 11 and Chris pulled out our only time-telling instrument, a travel alarm clock, so we would know when it was midnight proper. Somewhere, at that exact moment, Dick Clark was ringing in a much more civilized new year from his hermetically sealed oxygen tank, but we felt more alive than anyone in Times Square possibly could have.

Right around midnight, a strange thing happened. Groups of people spontaneously began to run around the square, picking up more and more of a crowd as they went. From where we were, the whole procession seemed to be just a touch below riot status. We took some video, then I shut off the camera, grabbed Chris' hand, and we became part of the problem.

Here's the square at about 10:30.

And at about 12:15. (We were in the street, halfway around our circuit of the square at this point.)

I don't know who that lady is, but I'd like to thank her for making my New Year's picture a little more bizarre.

Fun at Sacsayhuaman

2006-12-31T08:20:00.000-08:00

One of the interesting features at Sacsayhuaman is a series of large rocks that were originally formed in layers, then pushed on their sides by earthquakes and such. They've been worn smooth over the millenia, and the resulting grooves are PERFECT for little Peruvian butts to slide down. We saw lots of local families picnicking on the grass nearby, on account of it being a beautiful day and Sacsayhuaman being a cheap 'n' cheerful option for a day out. After watching the kids slide down this thing again and again, I just had to have a go. I got going really fast!

Other kids...

...And this kid. My favorite part about this picture is all the little kids laughing at the crazy gringa.

Also, there were llamas. I llove them.

Sacsayhuaman

2006-12-31T08:15:00.000-08:00

Sacsayhuaman was not boring. In fact, Sacsayhuaman was stunning and incredibly impressive. When Cusco was built centuries ago, its planners envisioned it as a giant puma. The town was roughly built in that shape, and the fortress of Sacsayhuaman (Say "sexy woman" and you're very close. Giggle. Repeat.) was the head. The structure has giant walls made of some of the largest rocks I've ever seen -- one wall is done up in points, which serves as a great defense and also represents the teeth of the aforementioned puma. Never say I didn't teach you kids anything.

To get an idea of how big this is, you'd have to open up the picture and find the people. Then remind yourself that these ruins represent only 20% of the original structure.

This rock is estimated to weigh 300 tons. Wow.

Though we were not allowed to sit in it, we were still impressed by this seating carved from the living rock.

Quenko

2006-12-31T08:14:00.000-08:00

Qenko was a little bit boring. It was small and though it had some interesting carved seats/altars underneath the rock it's made out of, it was still kind of boring.

The most interesting thing about these ruins were the ceremonial channels cut into the rock, which were supposedly used to receive offerings of chicha. Squiggly.

Puca Pucara

2006-12-31T08:11:00.000-08:00

Second ruin along the road, Puca Pucara was used as a hunting lodge, according to our trusty LP. Have I mentioned how phenomenal the weather was that day? It was SO nice to spend the day outside the Diesel Cloud of Death that is Cusco (and even that is much better than the one in Lima).

Here's the ruins from across the road, but mostly the picture was for the beautiful countryside.

The name Puca Pucara means "red fort," and here you can see why. Also, here's a good example of a double-jamb doorway, which signified to the Incas that they were entering an especially sacred or special place.

Oh, we never got tired of doorway pictures. Imagine getting this big lintel up and in place.

View from the top.

After leaving Puca Pucara, we saw this along the side of the road. It's some manner of residential power station, with a power line coming from the main road. It is, in fact, made of mud bricks. Seriously. Half the damn country is also made from mud bricks. No wonder earthquakes are such a big deal here.

Tambo Machay

2006-12-31T07:15:00.000-08:00

The plan on this day was to see a collection of four ruins that sit along a road just outside the city limits. If you're lame, you can give a cab driver US $20 to take you to each ruin and wait while you see them. If you're us, you look at the beautiful weather outside and take the LP's suggestion of paying the cab driver 10 soles (US $3) to drop you off at the farthest ruin, 8 km away from town. It's a lovely walk, all downhill through beautiful countryside that looks a lot like some pictures of Tuscany I've seen.

The farthest ruin, Tambo Machay, was likely a place of worship for an Incan water cult. After hundreds of years, the water still flows through the bath and channels. So pretty!

Hola de Peru!

2006-12-30T15:04:00.000-08:00

We´ve only been on the ground in Peru for a few days and have already seen so many aspects of the culture and the differences between Lima and Cusco. Lima is every bit as dirty and nasty as I had expected. I am sure there are some nice bits, but I don´t feel too bad for leaving it behind after just one night. We caught a morning flight to Cusco on the 28th and spent the day getting our bearings, marveling at the number of Inca-period walls that are still quite literally holding the city together. In many places, the 500-year-old stone walls are in better shape than buildings made from more modern materials. People-watching is priceless, too. There are grips of women, young and old, who go about their business in traditional Andean clothes -- broad brimmed hats, colorful shawls, and full skirts with lots of petticoats. Pictures to come later, I´m sure. Some of them dress like this to better sell tchotchkes (aka "shit-knacks") to gringos, but some of them just dress like that because that´s the way they and their ancestors have always dressed.

Speaking of shit-knacks, I will be buying the most awesomest t-shirt ever later tonight. It says, simply, "No Gracias." You see, Peru is a very poor country, and Cusco is full of rich white tourists. Therefore, walking from one end of the Plaza de Armas to the other we are likely to be accosted by at least five or seven women, teenagers, and children, each trying to sell us dog-eared postcards, dolls in Quechua dress, and other crap. They are fairly persistent, and all one can really do is repeat "No gracias" until one is blue in the face.

Last night, we discovered the perfect solution. At this Irish pub we went to, they were selling the aforementioned t-shirts, so now all I have to do is point. Never mind that some of these people may not be able to read, and I´ll still probably have to say "No gracias" -- it´s still funny as hell.

This morning, the 29th, we sorted out our train tickets to Machu Picchu, where we´ll be traveling in a few days. As with most things in South America, this was no easy task. First, we walked to the train station that the Machu Picchu train station leaves from. It was located in the middle of the biggest street market I have ever personally seen. We could have bought anything from freshly killed chickens to whole hogs, coca leaves, and every manner of foodstuff or household product known to man. It was pure chaos and smelled strongly of the aroma I´ve come to call "charmingly rustic." Most of the rest of Cusco smells of urine or diesel. I think I prefer urine -- at least it doesn´t hurt my eyes.

Anyway, the train station was all closed up. Apparently, after all the morning trains leave for Machu Picchu, there´s no reason for it to open until they return in the evening. We asked a guard where we could buy tickets, and before we knew it we were being ushered into a taxi that magically appeared next to us. "Boletos, si, si." The driver seemed fairly confident that he could take us somewhere to buy tickets. We took deep breaths and trusted him. That´s not usually the best decision in this part of the world, but sometimes you have to take a chance that someone else knows better than you, especially when you are but one or two of the many thousands of retarded tourists that try to buy train tickets to Machu Picchu each year. Luckily, it worked out and we got tickets with no real problems.

After that, we went and toured the ruins of Coricancha, the main Incan temple dating from the 1500s when Cusco was the capital of the Incan empire. The remaining walls are simply stunning and in fantastic shape. After the Spanish conquistador Pizarro took over Cusco, he donated Coricancha to the Dominican friars, who built a beautiful building over the ruins and still live there today. The current building houses a moderate collection of religious art done by the Cusco School of Colonial Artists, a group of Andean artists who combined the aesthetics of Spanish European art and Andean sensibilities. One of the most famous paintings from this school is a version of the Last Supper that features cuy, or guinea pig, as the main dish. So awesome. That particular painting is in the cathedral, which we haven´t seen yet.

Well, Chris is finally hooked up to be able to post to this blog, so I won´t hog it all. Hasta luego.

Here's your damn Incas.

2006-12-30T05:23:00.000-08:00

I know it's what everyone came to see. We didn't have to go far to find Incan ruins -- there are some right within the city limits of Cusco. Back in the day, Cusco was the capital of the Incan empire, and Coricancha the main temple within Cusco -- so you can see that it was something special. At the height of the civilization, the walls of Coricancha were almost completely covered in sheets of gold, and placed in the central courtyard was an entire gold "farm," complete with solid gold stalks of corn, trees, and I think maybe even llamas. When the Spanish came, Coricancha was stripped of its riches and a colonial church was built upon the foundation.

See? Look at them stones. Built by people with nothing more than bronze tools, they were.

This is another cool set of walls near the Plaza de Armas in Cusco. Both walls are still in perfect condition -- we never got tired of walking down this alley.

THIS WEEKEND: Stay tuned. If you're lucky I might get to New Year's Eve, for which I have video. Aw yeah.

More New Stuff

2006-12-30T05:14:00.000-08:00

This time it's Inca Kola, a soft drink that's VERY popular in Peru. We put on our chullpas (nearly unpronounceable unless you hear it done by a native first, so just go with "chalupa") and took a big swig. Here's the before and after:

It's kind of bubblegummy, but not bad if it's served cold and you like really sweet drinks.

Chicha

2006-12-29T21:03:00.000-08:00

We had a list of foods and beverages that we wanted to try while in Peru. Among them was chicha morada, a non-carbonated beverage made from purple corn. The first step in making chicha is for the maker to chew the corn kernels; for Chris, this was a bit offputting, but no one's perfect. After being fermented for a few days, the resulting drink is darker than grape juice and tastes slightly fruity and, um, corny. It's pretty hard to describe. Here's us getting out there and trying new things.

No matter whether you see chicha for sale on the street or in a restaurant, it's usually in a big container. Here's the jug'o'chicha at the Chez Maggy where we had lunch.

Hola Cusco

2006-12-29T20:44:00.000-08:00

Cusco is a beautiful little town, with an ornate cathedral and several other equally impressive churches. Here they are.

La Compania church (above)

The cathedral -- these massive doors were open on New Year's Eve, which was fairly impressive.

Yellow is the color of the New Year in Peru. It signifies good luck in the upcoming year. In the days before New Year's Eve, clothing shops and stalls in the mercado were hawking all manner of yellow underwear (green for money and red for love are also sold, but yellow is most common). I'm so happy I found out about this little tradition before arriving, otherwise it would have been really weird to walk past shop after random shop, all selling inordinate amounts of yellow underwear. Think about it. If you saw that and didn't know what was happening, you might not even be able to put your finger on it, you'd just feel that something odd was going on.

Finally Here!

2006-12-28T19:51:00.000-08:00

So I'm ready to finally put some pictures up here, and I can't figure out how to backdate stuff. I mean, it backdates, but the post doesn't slot in where it should. My theory here is that I'll just start over from the beginning, tell the story, and post the pictures. We'll see.

We left Los Angeles at 1:30 am PST and reached Lima at 6:30 pm EST, via a 6 hour layover in beautiful San Salvador airport. Lima is a dirty, dangerous place that I'd prefer never to see again; however, a good Lonely Planet tip drew us to a beautiful little hotel called Hostal El Patio in the Miraflores district. After setting down our things and taking a well-deserved shower, we walked around a bit and had a bottle of one of Peru's most popular beers, Cristal.

Right now Blogger is not allowing photo uploads, so I'll have to try this later. Damn Blogger.

Mom, Dad, Tim, and Nathan -- here's where we called you from at the San Salvador airport. Exciting, isn't it?

The cutest little hotel in all of Lima.

This is an ekeko -- the god of fortune, abundance, and love. You see him in houses, hotels, and restaurants throughout Peru. The little things all over him represent wishes -- you tie on a heart to wish for love, grain for a good harvest, and money for... money. Whatever you want, you give your ekeko. One we saw had a little suitcase, complete with a toothbrush and tiny passport inside.

Nearly there....

2006-08-21T15:40:00.000-07:00

This will be the awesome blog for Cuzcotopia 2006, the hotly anticipated follow-up to Argentina 2005. Prepare your soul, that it may be worthy of this blog's future awesomeness.