Monday, November 30, 2009

Peru, Day 3

Machu Picchu at 6 a.m.


Although I’ll be traveling for two months and through five countries on this trip, already on my third day I hit what might be the highlight: Machu Picchu.


I started off very early after a quick, 5:30 a.m. meal at the Treehouse Restaurant, which is operated by the hostal where I was staying. The yoghurt and bread were all homemade, and for the first time on my trip thus far the orange juice I was served came from real oranges.


This hit the spot as much as anything can at 5:30 a.m.

I wolfed this down in about five minutes and then, with bus ticket ($14 round-trip) and prepaid entry ticket ($60) in hand, I set off for the bus station to catch a ride up the mountain for the 6:00 a.m. opening of Machu Picchu.


The bus ride only took about fifteen minutes, which, with the stunning and surreal landscape, really heightened my expectations of what I’d find at Machu Picchu. The bus was oddly quiet as all the passengers seemed riveted by the steep, lush mountains out the window and the mist that swirled everywhere as if the Urubamba River that cut through the landscape was boiling and sending steam into the sky. It would have made for a wonderful, 90-minute walk from Aguas Calientes, but the steepness of the climb would be a killer.


This was typical scenery along the bus route from Aguas Calientes to Machu Picchu.


When the bus arrived, there was a collective groan at the sight of perhaps one hundred tourists already lined up at the entrance. However, when the gate opened the line moved quickly and I passed through only a few minutes after six a.m. People quickly dispersed, and I found myself mostly alone in an empty landscape, which I admit that I preferred. Machu Picchu was so stunning that the last thing I would have wanted is a bunch of tourists crowding around me and the ruins I’d come to see. After all, how often does one get to visit one of the eight Wonders of the World and have it mostly to one’s self? This changed by mid-morning as large tourist groups began to arrive, but by then I’d seen the main area of Machu Picchu and was ready to hit the surrounding trails.


It’s amazing that there’s still so much debate about who built Machu Picchu and for what purpose. From what I can gather, it was intended as a winter or summer getaway for a very powerful ruler. It also apparently served as a place of escape when the Spanish conquered Peru – the Spanish never knew about Machu Picchu, or if they did then they never made it here. It’s mind-boggling that it was “re-discovered” by Hiram Bingham – former U.S. senator and the inspiration for the Indiana Jones character – less than one hundred years ago when he more or less stumbled upon it with the help of local guides.


One of the most amazing things about Machu Picchu is its very aesthetic, if I can call it that. Like Ankor Wat, and many important temples and shrines in Japan, Machu Picchu is a stunning example of how people long ago found ways to integrate their architecture into the landscape. The use of stones from the mountains helps in this regard, and so do the terracing, the grassy fields, and the hidden, extremely advanced irrigation system they built. There’s really no describing this place, and the photos don’t do justice to how it feels being here. Without tourists around, the quiet is profound and helps give Machu Picchu an even greater power.


The mist rose up as if from the earth itself.

Terraced gardens, still perfectly functional.

There's a lot of open space, here, too, which is what the llamas like.

This is a typical walking path in Machu Picchu.

The mist started to burn off as the morning went on.

One of the first of many surprises for me was the sight of so many llamas.


They were a little skittish, which made me a little skittish, too.

They more or less stay together and feed, sleep, and poop on the grass (be careful where you walk!). I had about ten of them at once decide to use the same path I was on, and since they’re bigger than I am, and because I’m clueless about their temperament, I hung back and gave them the right of way.


This one gave me the stink-eye. I stepped back and bowed in obeisance, as is recommended.


As you can see below, by mid-morning most of them were sprawled out on their sides and sleeping in the warming sun. (At least I’m pretty sure that they’re sleeping. I hope they weren’t shot by some deranged American tourist.)


Maybe you need to strain to see the llamas. Or click on the photo for a larger image.

If anyone reading this is planning a trip to Machu Picchu, make a point to arrive as soon as it opens. The mist is a morning phenomenon, apparently, and burns off by around 9:30. Without it, Machu Picchu is still breathtaking, but the sense of mystery is heightened so much when the mist is present. Wandering through and around the stone buildings is a special experience when there is mist swirling everywhere.


It took me only about two hours to see the principle area of Machu Picchu, and as more tourists were starting to trickle in I decided to explore two of the trails. The first one I went along was called the Inti Punko Trail. It’s well worth walking – or should I say climbing – though I’m sure it would be hellish in wet weather. Thankfully, the day was absolutely gorgeous, which is surprising because it was raining when I arrived in Aguas Calientes yesterday morning and remained drizzly and overcast all day. I guess I got lucky with the weather. No complaints here!


With the weather so nice, it made having a picnic with the boxed lunch I’d ordered from my hostal perfect. As you can see, I was given a veggie and cheese sandwich, a granola bar, a tangerine, some dried fruit, a hardboiled egg, and a box of pineapple juice.

This didn't really do much for me. It looks good, but it's kind of junky.


I found a nice flat rock with a view of Machu Picchu in the distance and tucked into it while butterflies flittered around me and birds chirped from the surrounding trees. I think I can safely say that it was the most memorable place I’ve ever eaten.


That flat rock served as my lunch table.

I met some older (and hearty!) Japanese tourists along this trail. As they stepped by to let me pass them I said, “Sumimasen,” which surprised them. We got to talking a little and hiking some together, which was nice, especially since most people I came across there didn’t make eye contact or return my hellos. (What’s up with that, by the way?) They were all in their sixties or early seventies, I’d guess, and didn’t seem at all bothered by the altitude or steep and endless series of steps.


I didn’t make it very far along the trail to the Inca Drawbridge, unfortunately; it got a little hairy along the way as vertigo kicked in. Despite this, heading in that direction gives one a different view of Machu Picchu, as the photos below show.



After five hours at Machu Picchu I decided to head back to town. The place was much more crowded by 11:00 than it had been when I first arrived. I grabbed a seat on the first bus I came across in the lot and said adios to Machu Picchu.


By the way, if you come here and plan to eat, I recommend bringing a packed lunch. The food prices in the small restaurant here are outrageous. I bought a small bottled water and a small bottle of iced tea, which together cost $7. It even costs $1 to use the bathroom, and if you have a need for toilet paper you need to take what you need from a roll in front of the person selling tickets to enter – within view of people lining up to enter Machu Picchu, which is pretty weird.


To cap off the good day I went to a pretty nice restaurant called Pueblo Viejo.


The inside of Pueblo Viejo. It looks fancy, but it was very casual.


I got there early, which is typical for me, and ordered something off the menu:
lomo saltado, a famous dish all over Peru. I also ordered a glass of Tacama Gran Tinto, which is a wonderfully smooth wine made in Ica, Peru. When I’m at home I gravitate toward Chilean wines, such as Odfjello, but I would choose Tacama every time if I could get hold of it. I also got to gorge myself on a complimentary salad bar, which surprised me with its huge, salted maize. This was a great salad bar – the most ruffage I’ve been able to find in three days – and the maize, I decided, tasted something like Kellogg’s Corn Pops. Who knew that such a taste would go well in a salad?


Look at the size of those corn kernels!

But back to the lomo saltado. Lomo saltado is a simple dish consisting of strips or cubes of steak stir-fried with green onions, a spicy pepper, red onions, and tomatoes, and served with French fries and rice. This version came in a wonderfully balanced sauce of vinegar, soy sauce, and Worcestershire sauce (according to the waiter).


How could this possibly be bad? It was amazingly good.

The dish I was served, with hardly a wait, hit all the right notes for me, much to my delight. This was the first Peruvian dish that truly wowed me – and I’ve been expecting to be wowed for several meals now! The beef, delivered fresh from Cuzco, was perfectly cooked and full of juices, while the red onions had a perfect crunch and weren’t overwhelming in their essential onionyness. The French fries and rice, though both starches, were excellent complements to the salty, spicy meal. Although it hit me hard in the wallet at 42 soles (US$14.50) for the
lomo saltado and 15 soles for the glass of Gran Tinto ($5.20), it was lip-smacking good. The service was some of the best I’ve had, too, and the interior had real charm. I also enjoyed my window seat where I could watch all the local activity and colors as dusk fell and a nearby school let out.


Dusk makes everything in Aguas Calientes beautiful. Which is kind of saying a lot.


Pueblo Viejo is located right off the main plaza and around the corner from the produce and meat market. They are open from 10 a.m. – 11 p.m. most nights. Their telephone number is 211-193; their website is www.grupointi.com.


After dinner, despite being quite full and satisfied, I saw a foreigner eating an ice cream cone and knew I had to have one. So I went a few doors down from Pueblo Viejo to Coffee @ (yes, that’s apparently their name) and ordered a single scoop of a triple swirl: vanilla, strawberry, and lucuma (a Peruvian fruit that is orange-brown and tasted to me like caramel).

Coffee @

Not a large selection -- there were two of some kinds -- but it did just fine for me.

I don't think he wanted his photo taken, but damnit I needed the photo.

It was great. I sat on a bench in the main square beside two women eating steamed corn on the cob and watched kids dancing to the huge delight of onlookers.


I don't know if you can see the kid standing in front of the girl in the white jacket, but he'd just taken his shirt off and thrown it to the woman in the red sweater. She caught it and busted out laughing. I think she was flattered the kid threw it to her. It was pretty hilarious.

Stumble Upon Toolbar

6 comments:

  1. One word- Jealous!!! What a beautiful trip, I cannot wait to read more, and see more photos...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Chef E: Thank you for your comment! Ah, don't be jealous -- you're only a five-hour flight from Miami away, after all! (Of course, you have to get to Miami first...) Peru has been good to me so far, and I hope my trip continues in the same way. I'll try to keep the posts rolling along and hope you come back to read more and see more photos!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Curious NeuroscientistDecember 2, 2009 at 10:19 AM

    Interesting pictures and commentary. I don't know how you find the time to post all of this during your travels. You must be a professional writer. With all of the countries you've been to you should publish your own series of travel guides. The unique twist could be the focus on food. People would eat it up, so to speak.

    Is it true that your brother is a professional photographer? He can't be much better than you.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Waw!! Again day 3 topped day 2!! wow!! The fenomenal views!!!

    I am so jealous, now!! Aaaaaaah,...Machu Picchu!! Lucky you!!
    I bet it was breath taking with the mist & all that!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Hooray for delicious lomo saltado! What a marvelous end to an amazing visit to Machu Picchu. I'm absolutely fascinated by Incan culture and it would be a dream to go there. I know that there is a lot of controversy regarding the impact of so many tourists going through. If it should ever be closed off for the sake of preservation, I'll be sad but would certainly understand. At least there are so many beautiful photos that I can enjoy!

    ReplyDelete
  6. Tangled Noodle: Indeed, lomo saltado saved the day! And yes, it was a marvelous end to a magical day. I really couldn't have asked for anything more. It's true that there are probably too many tourists passing through Machu Picchu these days, but I'd be surprised if it was ever closed off for the sake of preservation. One thing they've started doing there, however, is limit the number of visitors who are allowed to ascend Huayna Picchu, which is probably a good thing. The same impact is being felt at Angkor Wat, unfortunately. Are you planning to visit Peru soon?

    ReplyDelete