We´ve made it to Aguas Calientes, which nowadays they call Machu Picchu Pueblo, apparently. In some ways it´s come a long way since I was first here in 1977, when there was nothing here except a dive bar with a loft over it where backpackers could throw a sleeping bag. The bar had a generator to power the jukebox at night. In the morning, we got up and walked along the tracks through a tunnel and then across the bridge and up to the site far above. There was nobody there but the folks working on excavations, and the four of us. Now there are tons and tons of tourist moneysucking places and it´s a… it´s kind of the same, a wasteland, just different.
A few pictures…
Manchild in the airport on the way out.
Arriving at CTTC…
Ollantaytambo ruins…
Me and some old friends…
More later once I have real net.