San Pedro - Temple of the Moon

Ninoska was already gone by the time we had woken up and Luiz was there for a short time before going out to settle his affairs with the bus company for his ride to Nasca. He asked if we would still be there when we returned but really neither of us had a definite answer for him. He left and Blake turned on the tv hoping to continue the Star Wars series that we had been watching the night before. It had ended with Return of The Jedi so naturally it would go to The Phantom Menace next, George Lucas's brilliant idea of making 4,5 and 6 first and then 1,2 and 3 later, not so surprising I guess, it is a space opera after all..Amazingly as soon as he turned it on it was the classic ascending blue type so characteristic of the franchise, Long, long ago in a Galaxy far far away... STAR WARS! So we watched the whole movie and then it went into how each of the original movies were made, how Lucas nearly killed himself trying to make the movies his way, while keeping the franchising rights and also funding all of it himself. Its a great story, we enjoyed it.When it was over Blake suggested that we drink the San Pedro again and go to the Temple of the Moon as Ninoska had planned for us. I wasn't convinced it was such a good idea and muddled around avoiding the commitment while Blake took the initiative and began to drink without me, and this time out of the 2.5 liter bottle that had been cooked an hour longer than the other batch. Seeing my troubles and usually knowing just what to say to give me the necessary kick in the pants, Blake laid on me a phrase he's been known to use before, "analysis is paralysis Danny." With a short and muffled sigh I reached for my cup and pored myself a dose.But it didn't end there. After we had both finished our cups we pored another half and drank that too. Perhaps to ensure the full experience but mostly I think, so that there would be no going back before the day was nearly over and everyone was home. It was 1pm, we got some green grapes at the market, a smidgen less than a kilo for 10 soles, we didn't feel like paying her 12 for the full. You get the sense around these markets that your always being screwed, even Ninoska has trouble getting the fair price from the vendors, but were always standing right behind her when shes asking the price, they see the gringos purse attached somehow to hers and make the leap, no harm in asking right?We found a driver willing to take us to the Temple, we knew it was 20 soles to get there, but the driver asked for 30 and with the San Pedro slowly creeping into us already, I suppose we were more apt to pay a little extra to get there in good time. Even so, the ride was much shorter than I expected and me being the penny pincher I am while traveling felt taken for a ride of another sort as we were dropped off.Getting out of the van, we came to a small barbed wire fence and passed through onto a field that stretched in all directions for several miles There was a village to the right and another in the narrow of the valley much further ahead of us. We continued on the dirt path towards a large mound of rock that could be seen from nearly anywhere in the area. Passing an elderly man walking with slow patient steps, saying hello as we passed, we rounded a mud-brick building and were soon climbing the ancient steps that surrounded the Temple.There were many people about, Peruvians, Foreigners and guides to suit both. As soon as we climbed the ridge there where 5 gringos smoking Marijuana in a nook beside the ancient alter, we said hello and quickly passed them with a smile between ourselves.According to mainstream archaeology the temple is the same age as the Incan Empire, a belief held by many and propagated by the governments and institutions who benefit from a seemingly clean cut answer. Unfortunately for them, it isn't so simple. The Inca's never built anything like this again in their own time, they simply inherited the ruins from much older civilizations and built much less sophisticated structures around them. Main stream archaeology suggests that the less sophisticated structures were built first, but none of them are built under the ruins they're all build around them, and if the technology used to build them came later, how come no knowledge of it survived?In addition to this, there are numerous indications of weatherization totally inconsistent with the 500 year time frame of the Incan empire, the state of the rock in the temple indicates several thousand years worth of rainfall, snow and other elemental damage, making the 500 year time span a ridiculous suggestion. This however is not unique to the ruins in Peru, there are countless other examples all over the world. So why try to convince people were a much younger species than we really are?Well, you try to convince the 2.5 Billion Christians the world isn't 15,000 years old, or that dinosaurs exist, or that everything everyone's ever been told was always a convenient lie to keep them in an intellectual prison. It's not just religion that binds us to a meager understanding of the world, everything from Mass Media, our peer groups and society at large keep us in the box we were born to live in. The truth is the people who have the most power have the most to lose and are scared shitless we'll all walk away from their massive treadmill of death and taxes.Yet I digress..We really didn't want to be around other people for our trip, so we went down the western side of the temple, found some caves that went underneath the complex and found places probably used to sleep carved straight into the walls, there seemed to be cave art on the walls, but my iPhones flashlight wasn't strong enough to pierce the strange darkness that consumed the dwelling.Leaving the cave and coming out into the open field we decided to head for the caves visible in the hills perhaps 1200 meters away. When we were almost there I felt a large bulge in my throat and gagged as I spat grapes and other anomalous greens and oranges on to the dirt between my feet. Blake has disappeared in between the trees ahead of me and after finishing my expulsion I continued on in search of him. Rounding the corner and coming to a small passage leading into a cave system that had a skylight directly above it with 3 entrances and exists in a triangular shape, I saw Blake setting up his speaker on a large rock that lay where it had fallen from the now open skylight.We were all alone, and from the Eastern facing exit of the cave we could see a large portion of Cusco, the surrounding villages and the Temple of the Moon itself, with the mountains rising high above us to the West. As the San Pedro elevated our senses and drew us closer to the rocks and the plants that were all around us, we sat and meditated for several hours.Every few minutes a plane would take off or land from the massive airstrip that dominated the Northern portion of Cusco, flying between the mountain ranges and then making a sharp right through a gap in the peeks. Back in Lima Nino had told us it was actually a pretty difficult maneuver for the pilots, especially when the weather wasn't so good.We could always see the people coming and going from the Temple, although it is an impressive site, most tourists never see it because the companies that do the tours can't get their buses near enough to the temple, the people must walk a fair distance, and the same distance back, and thus taking up too much time, and time, is money... We were glad though, it ensured a mostly clear view of the complex for us and also kept our little spot completely off the touristic radar.Eventually the sun reached a low enough point in the sky for us to take one last look around, enjoy the sights and take in the sweet unpolluted air that flowed freely through the area above the city. We descended from the hills and walked along the cow pastures in the valley below, unfortunately I was too eager in my stride and walked right into a mud pit, soaking my crocks and socks with a thick, mineral rich mud, that had a pungent earthly fragrance too. Luckily I had brought an extra pair of socks, and there was a nearby pond for me to clean off my crocks.After exiting the field through the same barbed wire fence we came through in the beginning, and having no intention of paying the same 30 soles to return home, we walked along the side of the road for what must have been an hour and half or more. We thought of taking one of the many side streets and long steep steps that short cut through the hills and into the city below, we almost did too, but looking out across the city in the state we were in, even after 5 hours having passed, we chose to remain with the option we knew would get us home safely, even if it would take twice as long, a good practice in the psychedelic experience, believe me...We really didn't know where we were until reaching the market that was just up the street from Ninoskas house, but that was all the clue we needed. Making it to the house with no light remaining in the sky we rang the doorbell and were let in by Humberto who used the remote that each phone in the building has on its panel.Humberto had shaved his beard, it was a new face, but a welcomed addition to the group. Humberto had never done San Pedro and either I was trippin or he didn't know how to react to us while on it. Either way, we quickly got into the groove of things, listened to music and decided to go out to the marketplace for dinner supplies. Ninoska, Humberto, Luiz, Blake and I left the house and went down the alley towards the main drag next to the University, where all the students hung out. Luiz had his skateboard with him, it had big ole polyurethane wheels on it and a good balance too. Humberto gave it a shot, and we tried to get Ninoska to ride it, but after Luiz got on it with a little too much enthusiasm and stopped short on a rock in the road flying from the board and taking a dive on the pavement, she opted for a brisk walk instead. Which was fine because Blake took charge from there and channeled Tony Hawk for the rest of the adventure.Once we got to the super market Blake and I realized how off we were in the whole scene and opted to wait outside while the others purchased the goods. I gave Humberto 20 soles and we returned home, with Blake snaking his way through the crowds on the board, his new tan poncho flailing in the cross winds, we were back in no time.Humberto did the cooking while I did all the prep work and the others sat on the couch watching two Peruvian soccer teams battle it out. It was a lovely meal, the best we've had so far for sure. I shared pictures of our families back home, we listened to some more music and one by one each of us faded away into our beds, ready or not, for the goodbyes that tomorrow would bring.

Choquequirao - Taking on Water

When we decided to come to Cusco, it was to climb Matchu Pitchu, after arriving here in this beautiful high mountain city and talking to the people who actually live here, we've been swayed away from the "old mountain" and directed towards a different climb, one only recently discovered, known as Choquequirao, one of the last hold outs against the spanish colonization.So we headed out early from Ninoskas to catch the transport out of cusco, but that turned out to be completely unnecessary because there wasnt enough people to fill the van until almost 12 noon. There was a little hole in the wall toilet that a burly old Peruvian woman stood guard at next to us, I asked our drive how much it cost to use the toilet, he told me but i didn't understand, so he reached into his pocket shuffled through the coins he pulled out and poured the exact change into my hand. I protested but he just smiled and walked away.I would have been more grateful in the long run had we not discovered he was charging us both 10 soles ($3) more than everyone else for the ride. Or at least that's how I see it now, since the same ride back was 10 soles less... who knows.So after an hour and a half we reached the valley where a large road reconstruction project was underway. We had to wait an hour to pass but during that time we got out and followed our drivers example by partaking in the locally produced ice cream, which was essentially sugar-water frozen in thin plastic tubes that you can bite or squeeze to extract the precious chilled substance, precious only due to the heat I should add.

Hours later we made it to Curawasi where we bought mangos and baby peaches for our trek, a sad cargo list to be sure, but head strong young men we are yet, so on we went from there in a taxi to Raymon, a small little side street village where we were to get our next taxi to Cachora. 

Our driver quickly shuffled us into his relic Toyota wagon and drove towards Cachora without a word of price uttered. When I asked him the price he told us 30 soles, which I immediately refuted and told him 10 each, he didn't like this at all, so I told him to turn around, which he liked even less... after a somewhat intense exchange of misunderstood or not understood at all remarks we turned back to Raymond.

 

We picked up two more locals and were on our way yet again. We coasted down the mountain, almost all the way with the engine cut off, finally making it to Cachora. When we did we saw the locals give the driver 5 soles and when we gave him 10 each he asked for 20 more! we just shook our heads and walked towards the small shop closest to us. He followed of course, every odd minute repeating his mantra, "20 more.." I gave him a baby peach and made clear nothing more would be forthcoming from us with a slightly cocked head and a tired looking 1000 yard stare. He made his way back to the relic and drove away back to the beginning of town. 

 

We got a sack of uncooked potatoes at the small shop, along with some more water, we also inquired about the mule to carry our bags but in the end decided that we would do fine without it, a mistake we would almost immediately come to understand as near tragedy.

We took off down the hill and made our way on to the trail. After a few confusing forks in the road we made it to the main trail. Passing a few steers on the way, one of which lowered its head at Blake and had us both looking for the nearest tree to climb, or rock to bash its head in with, (ridiculous of course, but that's how we think)

 

We made it to the edge of a mountain side, where the last house for miles could be seen, the sky was darkening and rain was on our mind, we asked the old couple that manned the house where we could camp, the staunch, storm weathered faces of the old couple squinted in the direction of where we were to camp, a small outcropping cleared for the cows to rest, protected by the hillside from the wind it seemed the perfect place.

 

We camped out and laid ourselves down, as soon as we did it began to rain, the streaks of lightning across the sky were astonishing and the thunder that followed no less spectacular. We counted the intervals to determine their distances, and quickly discovered that they were happening all around us at many different distances.

 

Trying to sleep, we quickly discovered that we were not truly sheltered from the elements, leaks sprang from every corner of our tent, one of which came right beneath my head, a small hole allowed a constant stream of water to soak my down sleeping bag. We quickly got up and tried to remedy the matter, but we had nothing to stop the leak, until I remembered my tendency to put band aids from the Seven Gables Inn in my wallet for the numerous cuts and scratches I acquired their, luckily I had one left, not to be screwed again later I tore it in half and used it to stem the icy tide of water flowing into my sleeping bag.

 

Several other things kept us up in the night, a car stopping directly above us and staying there, lights shining into out tent, more water finding its way in, not to mention the 7 continuous hours of rain that fell on our tent and the intermittent roar of thunder piercing our ears. All in all though, we were happy to be away from the pollution and bustle of Cusco...