A trip to the sacred valley...

...While we chewed coca leaves and spat green gobs out the window, our action-packed van hurtled out of the Cuzco valley, and toward the market town of Pisac...a wee bit of excercise was in order and the posse did jumping jacks on the side of the road, then we posed atop the pass above the glorious sacred valley.
Karen made some new friends as we enhanced the local economy and tried to avoid being haggled to death... 'amigo...amiiiiiiiiiigo....compreme 'migo...amiiiiiigo...por favor....'
At last we arrived in the paradise of Ollantaytambo... the ruins here were spectacular and we scampered about until after sunset... I showed off my new hat and we all watched the sunset... As we contemplated dinner, a man insisted we follow him to his house so that he could show us some specatular Incan legend, which wasn't much more than his own drunken mutterings, but we were amused by the dozens of Cuy on the floor of his dwelling...
Rachael at the Ollantaytambo hostel

We actually chose a more western approch to dinner and hung out at Sol y Luna all night drinking wine and sampling the most extraordinary delicacies, whipped up by our host.

The next day Josh was a bit hungover, and most of the posse went off to Machu Picchu. Rachael, Josh and I went for a jaunt in the contryside with Joseph and young Ollantay named for the Incan rebel...
Joseph, Josh and the young rebel...

Follow Andy back to Cuzco...