Today we enlisted the help of two entrepreneurial taxi drivers who offered to take us around some of the infamous Inca ruins surrounding Cusco. At first they put forth to take us by means of horse however on immediate realisation that I hated horses, we opted for the marginally safer and somehow dramatically less smooth ride by car. First we were driven further into the mountains, to a labyrinthine cave system sitting atop an extremely steep hill. This they called ‘The Temple of the Moon‘. The temple consisted of narrow, twisting passages occasionally opening out onto open patches of water which we were tasked with navigating. The cave system was dotted with open holes in the stone canopy, allowing the sunlight/moonlight to burst through at specific ritualistic intervals. These breaches corresponded with alters placed throughout and as it was explained to us, were used as places to provide offerings to Mother Earth. The driver also made us touch a big stone which he claimed imparted good energy on us. Not to sound dismissive but unfortunately it just felt like a big stone. After returning to the definitely fully functional car which in no way was falling apart pretty much as we drove around, we moved on to the next stop. Now I have accidentally forgotten the name of the next stop and there is no way Joe was going to remember it so let’s just call it ‘Really old stones on a really big hill”. Really old stones on a really big Hill was quite astonishing actually. Providing some of the best views we have been lucky enough to witness since arriving in Peru. The ruins outlined an old Incan structure and were perched perfectly and peacefully atop one of the highest points for miles around. So peacefully in fact that it attracts quite a few tourists partial to meditation. Not my kind of thing but if they want to close their eyes and have a “Humm” rather than experiencing the majesty in the reality of their surroundings then they can go for it. For me the magic is realised once you remember what these ‘ruins’ represent. Beacons of the once insurmountable Incan Empire, each site providing sustenance to the cause in their different ways. Watch towers, alters, living quarters. Cusco really typifies the necessary co-ordination that is required to fuel an empire at the height of its power but also that despite whatever strength it may have, empires will always fall. As well as this, we have noticed an interestingly large portion of the hostel inhabitants in Cusco to be from Germany. Don’t think this is another invasion but I’ll keep my eyes peeled for Queen and country. Joe would be more than willing to sacrifice himself for England, I am sure.
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