Machu Picchu

The clock showed 3.40 clock rang as the iPhone. We packed everything turned on and the most necessary in your day pack. We waited outside the room appeared to also Gregory and Guilhem. Then we strolled to the bus stop. We were not the first but certainly among the first hundred.
Helene and I fetched coffee at the Plaza and our colleagues secured the place in line. These grew up sharply at 4.30 clock. We made it in the third bus and drove the winding road up to the entrance of Machu Picchu. Also there was a considerable queue. However, we were among the first 400 and were thus also the entrance to Wayna Picchu.
Then we walked along the road and the first buildings came into view. The weather was and the few clouds made more and more the blue morning sky space. We then went directly to the left up the path towards the keeper's cottage. And there she was in full bloom before our eyes, the most famous city of the Incas. A look like a postcard already seen umpteen times, but now live in front of their astonished eyes. We sat down at the cottage on the wall and looked at the plant at dawn.
Still we sat there and everyone seemed nachzuhangen his own thoughts: how it looked well, as the Incas were walking through this city? How traff Hiram Bingham in 1911 the plant to? Was all overgrown and hardly anything to see it? Who ever came up with the idea on that mountain to realize such a thing?
As we weighed the possibilities came slowly over the mountains and the sun as the sun's first rays hit the city in the mystical green-lit from the center of town. We are fortunate to be able to visit the city in such weather and could not let the finger from the shutter of the camera.
Then we started the tour and once again marveled at the enormous stones that formed zusammengepuzzelt stable building.
We then got to the entrance to Wayna Picchu and our ticket allowed us to address the way immediately, while others had to wait. We were still using the name and time in a book one before we losliefen. Waynu Picchu (young mountain) is the picturesque mountain Huayna Picchu, which is seen by the typical Machu Picchu (Old Mountain) Photography in the background. The road up there was some very steep and immediately adjacent to the road you could see down into the vertical Urubamatal. Up to 2700 meters you will find in ruins and terraces. Completely unreal that one encounters in such steep terrain on such buildings. You consider how you could start here this stone, because they made directly from the extremely steep terrain terraces. The view from the exposed sites themselves gave me, because I have not the fear of heights with no problem, an uneasy feeling. After I had stairs in the form of bricks from the wall looked outstanding, which led to the bottomless abyss on a terrace, I had to admit that I have this staircase, which is closed to tourists could climb. We crawled through a narrow tunnel up to the summit, which looked as if someone had a few huge boulders thrown there, as they criss-cross above towered into the sky.
The path led back over behind the moon temple. Down there because of an exposed staircase, which is not a yard wide and very steep, is also a challenge for heights. One can see from a kick that goes after a 90 degree angle on practically under his feet the valley. As Helen would make this game for no money, we went back through the same path we had come and met our guide at the back again.
We went back and looked at us the way to the other half of Machu Picchu. Nested interesting buildings and an interesting water system attracted my attention there.
Although a large crowd visited this city, which is one reason not on the size of the plant.
Back at the parking Gregory decided to go in again, Guilhem was walking to Aguas Calientes and Helene and I met Laurie, who we knew from the Colca Canyon and drove her back to the bus.
In Aguas Calientes we first visited the internet cafe and waited for Guilhem. Then hunger drove us to a plate of spaghetti.
Against four clock when we picked up the hostel deposited backpack and strolled through the market to the station, where Gregory was waiting for us. By train shortly before it went back up there and waited Ollantaytomba countless minibuses back to the travelers to get to Cusco. The chaos at the departure of the buses was very Peruvian. Each rider pushed his way by inches from other buses to be able to leave next. That it is the longer they are not interested. The bus ride was not interrupted by a police check, otherwise it was cold and fast forward.
Arriving in Cusco, we took a cab back to the fourth to the hostel.
Upon arrival, we moved into the room and took the second pack back into reception. What was missing were two plastic bags with presents, which were not found. We had them tied to a backpack, which we explained the shift leader. As someone else had packed the bags, where nobody knew who had remained. It would clarify certain morning, because it was getting late so now. With mixed feelings we went to sleep then the question of whether we were probably robbed again.