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Hola from Puno, a port city of the infamous Lake Titicaca!
Thanks for all your emails and comments, I enjoy them so! And Steffi, I do believe that the mechanic we encountered on our travels from Minneapolis to my parent´s was named Tubs. Yes indeedy. Thanks for reminding me of that incident. Since the whole flight fiasco all has been well. Peru is lovely. The people are warm and friendly, the landscape is beautiful...and then there is MACHU PICCHU! I believe that is where I last left off....
Blame it on the altitude....
Wendy R2007-04-21 22:07:21
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Hola from Puno, a port city of the infamous Lake Titicaca!
Thanks for all your emails and comments, I enjoy them so! And Steffi, I do believe that the mechanic we encountered on our travels from Minneapolis to my parent´s was named Tubs. Yes indeedy. Thanks for reminding me of that incident. Since the whole flight fiasco all has been well. Peru is lovely. The people are warm and friendly, the landscape is beautiful...and then there is MACHU PICCHU! I believe that is where I last left off....
Actually I left off at Cuzco, where we stayed at a rock star hotel. Simply fabulous! Marina and I explored Cuzco, as we had missed our pre-scheduled city tour. Wandering aimlessly, as I so enjoy...and then we finally got a decent night of sleep for our very early morning departure via train to Aquas Calientes. The train was great! As we left Cuzco, known as the Florence of Peru (Val, although it is known as the Florence of Peru, there is no Duomo to climb--how sad, but then again, Machu Picchu provided enough of a hike. Also, as of yet, no signs of P.B.) The landscape was breath-taking...mountains and rivers, passing through towns and villages...with interesting flora and fauna. After our 3 + hour tour (just like Gilligan´s Island, only different) we reached Aquas Calientes where we were greeted by our local guide. Off directly to Machu Picchu we went!
Well, the trek to Machu Picchu was, well, a bit anxiety ridden. We were on a bus swerving around and about the mountain. (Brenda it was almost as scary for me as our ride to the top of Sugar Loaf in Rio...oh my!) What made the shear drop even more terrifying was the fact that all of a sudden another oncoming bus would pop out (No Marina, not ¨pop up.¨) of nowhere...and then the two buses would play chicken. Beyond scary.
Eventually we arrived safely at Machu Picchu...and although initially it was disappointing that the mountain (Machu = old, Picchu = mountain) was
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