I awoke after a long nights sleep, having passed out 10 hours earlier after the eventual time that was yesterday, and found myself greeted by another amazing hotel. Interestingly enough, It seemed I actually did take photos of the hotel the other night, even though I swore I had not.
Today was our last full day here in Peru, and what better way to spend it then in Cusco, the old capital of the Inca.
After a quick, so-so breakfast, we met up for our final time with Elliot, who would take us to various archaeological sites around the city.
Our first stop was very small, consisting only of a road and two buildings, but had some really nice intricate architectural. Apparently this was used as some sort of border checkpoint to control entry into the city of Cusco in ancient times.
Next up was some very large rooms, which while pretty meh, offered some great views.
The second to last stop, was much more interesting, however.
From the ground, the ruins looked like nothing more then large cuts into rock, as if it was simply a mountain that had been chiseled away, but from above, this cut rock face turned into an intricate maze of pathways, plazas, and caves. This rock face was a religious sight, being home to countless rituals, ceremonies, and most importantly, human sacrifice.
Sadly, due to safety reasoning, only a small segment of the intricacies were available to the public, so we were forced to move on.
This didn’t matter though, because the last sight was just as interesting.
This site consisted of two expertly crafted walls with multi layered terraces standing opposite each other, with a large plane in the middle. As elliot let us know this place would lead to the history of peru as we know it, as it was the site of the last stand of the Inca against revolters and the spanish conquistadors. They were the last guards of the holy city of the inca, and once they fell, so too did the empire.
Just like the conquistadors had over 500 years ago, we followed the trail from this site, and descended into the city, but unlike the spanish, we were not there to pillage, only observe.
I honestly found myself filled with wonder as we descended onto the city, with my mind racing through all of history, recalling the people, events, and changes that this city must have gone through without time. I couldn’t wait to find every little speck of history this land held, and its a real shame I never truly did get to.
Eventually we reached the Central Plaza of Cusco, which, even in its cloudy state, had this sense of beauty to it, being strictly ancient, but at the same time feeling completely modern, as beside every colonial building was a restaurant, a person using a cellphone, or a shop.
It was here that we made our final goodbye to Elliot, our faithful guide, having accompanied us from the Sacred Valley, to Machu Picchu, and finally, Cusco. The trip, physically, and mentally, was coming to a close.
Luckily Elliot left us some good recommendations of places to go within the city and I was ready to blast to some of Cusco’s many expansive museums to discover the lost lasting history of this time capsule of a town, that is after a nice lunch.
We went to this burger place called Pa Pa Cho’s which was run, surprisingly, by the same chef who runs the fancy restaurant we would eat at tonight.
The presentation was amazing and the food likewise was just as good.
However, as you will see from the lack of photos, I never did meet my goal of seeing this town’s history, as the day would take an unexpected turn, for the worse. [redacted] decided to use this day as an opportunity to buy more textile. “Yay!” said everybody with any sense in them, because nothing gives you more cultural exposure then sitting in antique shops and negotiating prices.
So yah, that’s how I spent my last day in one of the most interesting places in the world. Fun right?
I mean at least I got to go to this cool coffee shop run by some british dude.
They hooked me up with the coolest ice coffee i’ve ever seen, it was like a freaking coffee beer, and it was really, really, good.
So after a day of nothing but gloomingly following around [redacted] to various musty stops, I felt depressed. But dinner definitely helped cheer me up, as it was at one of Cusco’s nicest and most exclusive restaurants, Chicha.
The meal was good, nothing amazing, but definitely good. We went returned to our hotel, and went to sleep soon thereafter, as we had a plane to catch.
And Bingbiddly Bang Bang (?) were done with Peru Posts! Yay! and done with aps for that matter so expect some actual content because ill have time to do stuff.