Travels with V
Peru & Ecuador
Swedes scream in Mexican bar
Cusco part four
After a couple of hours we feel we have seen most of the city in the sky, and we’re once again queuing for the bus, this time to take us back down to Machu Picchu city. They’ve put up a TV screen showing the World Cup football games, and it just so happens that at that exact moment Sweden is playing Mexico, and Augustinsson scores 1-0 for the blue and yellow team. We’re almost screaming with excitement and I shout “Viva Suecia!” Everybody in the queue turns around and smiles. Latin American solidarity is well grounded but this time courtesy won, I guess.
And success continues as the bus skids down the serpentine roads in clouds of red dust. The radio is blasting out commentaries in Spanish and twice we hear the wonderful “Gooooooooooal” being exclamated, followed by “Sueciaaa!”
Back in Machu Picchu city we run into the nearest bar to watch the last minutes of the game. And yes, we beat the Mexicans. But nobody in the crowd around us looks happy. We suddenly realize that this is a Mexican bar.
We continue to explore archeological sites from the kingdom of the Incas, just as impressive as Machu Picchu, but not as well-known. Pisac has some truly colossal terraces and in Ollantaytambo, named after an Incan general, there’s a sort of roof-less barns hanging on steep mountain walls. These are believed to have been used for preserving meat and other food by letting it dry in the arid mountain winds. We are constantly impressed by the Incan ingenuity and try to imagine how this country could have developed if the Incas had been strong enough to fight back the conquistadors and live in peace. But then again, probably some other colonial power would have seized the opportunity to loot and steal and kill the people living there. South America is one endless tragedy.
Now we long for some sun and sea and oxygen, and head off to the north coast of Peru. Hello Punta Sal!
What’s winter like on the north coast of Peru? Check next chapter and find out!