First we’ll start with our train ride yesterday from just outside Cusco to Aguas Calientes, the closest town to Machu Picchu. It started through some farmland and poor little towns, then followed the Urubamba River into some gorgeous mountains. At first everything was fairly dry and brown, then slowly got greener and greener until we eventually were in a thick jungle, with incredibly high cliffs and mountains all around us. I hate to say it, because the train is grossly overpriced, but it was worth it. Aguas Calientes itself turned out to be a pretty nice little town. We had heard really bad things about it - touristy, overpriced, ugly - of which the first two were true, but we thought that it was overall kind of nice, especially considering the beautiful setting. Plus, you know it’s going to be touristy and overpriced is generally included with touristy so we didn’t really mind much. The restaurants there are really competitive and aggressive - you can’t walk down the street without people constantly coming up to you trying to eat at their restaurant. It’s pretty annoying, but you have to learn to just say ‘no’ and keep walking. Any sign of weakness and they’ll pounce.
Main square in Aguas Calientes
Aguas Calientes from the Urubamba River
Originally we planned to visit Machu Picchu on the afternoon that we got there, as I’ve heard that late afternoon is the best time to wander around the ruins. But, by the time we got there, found our hostel, ate lunch, and figured out where to get all the various tickets we would need, it was getting close to 1pm. Gates close at 5:30, so we were worried about being too rushed. It would have to wait until morning. I think we were secretly avoiding this because deep down we weren’t sure we’d want to get up at 3am to see the sunrise, which you are pretty much obligated to do. Word to the wise: don’t be lazy. Getting to Machu Picchu before sunrise was the best decision we’ve made in a long time. After a lot of debate we decided to walk up to the site instead of taking the bus. The reason for this is two-fold: one, it saves us $7 each. Two, and most importantly, we get there before the first bus and therefore are one of the first people in line to get into the site. So at 3:30 this morning our alarm went off and we got a knock on the door from our hostel staff (poor man’s wake-up call). Luckily we weren’t the only ones doing this, and we joined up with the scattered groups of flashlights and headlamps and trudged off into the darkness. The hike up is not easy. We knew that. The day before we had scouted it out a little and knew the size and steepness that lay ahead of us. Nothing can prepare you. It was brutal. You walk about 20 minutes along the river, cross a bridge, then proceed for the next 45 minutes to do nothing but climb stair after stair after stair. Aguas Calientes is at about 6,700 feet altitude. Machu Picchu is 8,000 feet. We were dripping with sweat and dead tired by the time we finally made it to the top, but ecstatic that we were near enough to the front of the line and more importantly had beat the first bus up. There’s a lot of waiting in lines involved with visiting Machu Picchu, so we waited until the gates opened at 6am. For some reason everyone in front of us scattered out to find seats for the wait. We’re not line-cutters, but did slowly make our way up near the gates. After all, there was no line for us to cut. Again, we were glad we did this since we were in the first 20 people or so to enter the site. It was just starting to get light, but still really foggy, so we made our way to the Watchtower which is where all the classic Machu Picchu photos are taken. Surprisingly we had the spot pretty much to ourselves. As the sun slowly rose and lit up the ruins, the clouds all parted for about a 10 minute window where we got the most glorious view. It was amazing. Not only is the city itself beautiful, with its gray stone walls and manicured green grass, but the deep valley and mountains surrounding it are spectacular. Essentially nobody was inside the city yet, so we were lucky enough to get a very rare view of the ruins empty, except for the small herd of alpacas (or are they llamas?) that are the only remaining permanent residents.
Just as the clouds were starting to clear
The alpacas are the first to arrive
After soaking in the view for a bit (and still catching our breath from our hike up), we went to explore the site. First we headed to an old Incan bridge, for no other reason than it was on the map and would be uncrowded. Nothing spectacular, but we got to see some ridiculously high cliffs and had some good photo ops along the way.
Our first wildlife encounter!
Incan bridge on the side of a cliff
Steph enjoying the view
Steph in the main entrance to the city
I think I was lost...
Incredible scenery from the ruins
Even this chinchilla liked the view
Steph literally crawling up the stairs
View of Machu Picchu from Wayna Picchu, with the road up on the left
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