Plaza de Armas in Cusco.
Bibi and I stayed in Juan's adorable, whimsical house for almost two weeks. My room, caught during a messy moment.
Lots of plants in this house, as well enormous, pointy hanging decorations.
Yarn for making the multi-colored tail of traditional bachelor hats. The lovely green hummingbird painting is the work of the house's resident artist, commissioned by Juan to paint birds for his restaurant/bar and home.
Onwards to Machu Picchu! My companions on the budget route: 6-hour bus, 1-hr in the back of a pickup truck through bumpy mountain roads, 22km walking in the night with our backpacks, including 10km on train tracks in the rain with few flashlights. We reached Aguas Calientes at 4am utterly exhausted.
Giddy the next day.
Llamas contemplating mist-enshrouded Machu Picchu.
The salt mines of Maras looking something like a candy factory.
The gorgeous terraces of Moray where the Incas attempted to adapt plants from the jungle to the Andes.
Juan shows off a self-made Cusqueño hat.
Selecting our trout from the farm.
Juan, taxi driver, me, Bibi, and a Jamaican-Australian friend dining on our catch.
Guinea pigs are a delicacy.
Dinner at Fallen Angels, a fancy restaurant with bathtub-fishbowl tables.
Plaza de Armas in Cusco.
Bibi and I stayed in Juan's adorable, whimsical house for almost two weeks. My room, caught during a messy moment.
Lots of plants in this house, as well enormous, pointy hanging decorations.
Yarn for making the multi-colored tail of traditional bachelor hats. The lovely green hummingbird painting is the work of the house's resident artist, commissioned by Juan to paint birds for his restaurant/bar and home.
Onwards to Machu Picchu! My companions on the budget route: 6-hour bus, 1-hr in the back of a pickup truck through bumpy mountain roads, 22km walking in the night with our backpacks, including 10km on train tracks in the rain with few flashlights. We reached Aguas Calientes at 4am utterly exhausted.
Giddy the next day.
Llamas contemplating mist-enshrouded Machu Picchu.
The salt mines of Maras looking something like a candy factory.
The gorgeous terraces of Moray where the Incas attempted to adapt plants from the jungle to the Andes.
Juan shows off a self-made Cusqueño hat.
Selecting our trout from the farm.
Juan, taxi driver, me, Bibi, and a Jamaican-Australian friend dining on our catch.
Guinea pigs are a delicacy.
Dinner at Fallen Angels, a fancy restaurant with bathtub-fishbowl tables.
hey sweet Vera
ReplyDeleteVery nice pics you got too
we had more luck with the weather at the MAcchu Picchu, you should have come with me ;)
Safe end of trip
Henri (from P. Arenas)