Staying in Aquas Calientes overnight after having visited Machu Picchu and before heading back to Calca was just fine - especially because I had a junior suite at the hotel I stayed at, with fridge and tea and a jacuzzi which I did enjoy quite tremendously. And no, the below photo is not said jacuzzi - but the Urubamba river as it wound its way along the train track on the way back to Ollantaytambo.
I am pleased that.... I was not one of these hikers. Some people do five or seven day hikes up to Machu Picchu from Ollantaytambo - good for them..... I spotted this group - that is, a little before the photo was taken I saw loaded pack horses and then.... these people - large back packs, which they do have local carriers to manage. There are rules now about how much an accompanying local strong person is allowed to carry. Once upon a time there was only legs to be seen, legs that moved great big bulgy pieces of camping equipment. Let it be known though, that I would still not be able to carry the down sized version of what is allowed. The Andean people are just amazingly strong, dedicated and resilient.
Towards the end of the 90 mins trip we did a stop at a small local station for a few minutes. These two little guys were sitting on a knoll, together and apart at the same time. I couldn't hear the dog, and really I couldn't hear the boy either, but his mouth was moving and it looked like he was singing a song to himself. This is a sneak photo taken with the closeup lens through the window of the opposite side of the isle in the train. I have been looking at his bicycle wheel toy and wondering .... how does he use it.
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