Machu Picchu; the last stop
Before getting lost in the Lost City of Machu Picchu, I had to go to Aguas Calientes. Which is the closest town to the ruins. There are a few options to get there. But the most commons are by train or walking. In my case, I didn’t take any of those options. And I don’t remember how the hell I got there. I’ve been trying to remember but is useless. Although I remember very well the moment I arrived to Aguas Calientes. It was during the night and it was raining. No more memories.
I spent the night in a hostel on the main square. And early in the morning I left to Machu Picchu by bus.. By bus ? Yes, I am sure. Very expensive by the way. But less pricy than the train. Some local worker said that they charge you in dollars. And that most Peruvian people haven’t got to Machu Picchu because it is impossible to pay for that with their salaries. I wasn’t surprised.
Up there it was simply amazing. Time travel. Everything is perfectly blended in the green vegetation. I was without a tour guide so it was impossible to distinguish the different constructions and its function in the past. But Machu Picchu still is one of those mysteries that no one put light on it yet. How the fuck did they lifted that amount of rocks up there, and cut them so perfectly, and assemble those structures? Nobody knows. But I bet they used slaves and religious excuses to get it done.
I walked and walked around always smoking weed and stopping every minute to contemplate the vast line of mountains all around the Lost City. As well stopping to kill the many types of insects that were trying to eat me alive. When I got tired of doing the secondaries views, I got to the famous spot from where you get the perfect angle to appreciate most of Machu Picchu’s magic.
Somehow I lost sense of time and I got lost. It was getting dark and I couldn’t find my way back to the entry. But luckily I saw this two workers and I asked them where was the exit. The woman said something like “what are you doing here? we are closing already!” I was like… sorry I didn’t know. Where’s the exit ? She said come with us so I walked with them, but mostly with her because the guy walked in the front talking with another worker who had just joined us.
In our way to the entry we talked about many things. Eventually she asked how I was going to come back to Aguas Calientes and I said walking because bus is very expensive. She was so worried and turned on her Mom mode and said “No no, you are crazy, it’s a long walk and it’s raining, you can’t do that” I just smiled. So she told me to come with her that she was going to ask her boss if I could go down to Aguas in the worker’s charter bus. I waited there.
After a couple of minutes she came back very happy because the boss said yes. She told him that I was a nephew and I had to say that if somebody asked. I was very happy of course. I had saved some money and I didn’t have to walk under the rain. (This remind me of an article I read yesterday about begpackers). I was the first one to get in the bus, so I sat in the back and waited.
In 5 minutes the bus was almost full and everyone was looking at me as a weird animal. But in a matter of minutes they forgot about my strange presence and they just enjoyed the ride back home playing cards or talking with each other.
A long long way back home
Maybe was because I was alone and I’ve visited Machu Picchu already. But I wanted to come back. I accomplished my mission. And most important, I’ve made up my mind that I wanted to travel, until the day of my death. I wanted to be in constant movement, never stop. I imagined myself going from city to city, meeting people and leaving them, always new scenarios, new challenges, new all.
It’s been almost 7 years since those days and I’m still travelling. Not in the same way of course. I carry a suitcase now. All my belongings there. Well… almost all because I’ve been leaving things behind all around Europe and Japan. And to be strictly honest, my trip to Japan started as the one to the North, I had a backpack. But tiny, 11 kilo. In 7 years I learned how to live light, very light!
Now that you’ve finished reading this very first trip, you might continue with this transitional post “A passenger in Argentina”