Thursday, May 17, 2012

A Sleepy Start!

Today was a school day and nothing more to it.  Originally, our plan had been a bike trip starting at 8AM.  However, after eating breakfast in the hostel lobby, we were too tired to bike.  So, after all of us were satiated, we walked upstairs and jumped into our cozy beds.  When we awoke again, it was already noon, and the day of school had started.  Sleeping in was probably the most exciting thing in my day, being that all I did was one fat lesson of math.  Tomorrow, however, will be more interesting.  The three of us leave on yet another trek, this one for five days.  As earlier, one big blog will be posted after this journey reaches its end on May 22.  Once this Trek is finished, we have four more days until our home coming!  I just can’t wait!

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

On the Trail of the Inca


Well, we are back in Cusco, after an unforgettable adventure.  Two days ago, we ended an amazing trek through southern Peru.  As we marched through the Cusco district of Peru, we traveled the paths of the ancient Inca.   We visited beautiful ruins, pushed through many rigorous trekking days, experienced the wonder of the Andes, but sadly ended the trek with heart break.

Kichwa Dancers on the Road
Ancient Inca Trail



During the trek, we looked upon three Kichwa ruins, all of which took our breath away.  The first of these was Rosaspata.  This was the last retreat of Manco Inca and his dying population during the Spanish invasion.  These ruins gave us our first peak into the ancient world of the Kichwa.  One of the coolest parts of the visit for me was that no one else was there.  I felt like a Kichwa myself walking through this prehistoric palace.  This was a smaller ruin and home to sacred Kichwas and sometimes the Inca.  We wandered through room after room and, for the first time, I discovered the magical energy of the Kichwa still alive hundreds of years later.








The second mind blowing ruin we came across on our trek was Choquequirao.  This is said to be an ancient Kichwa city three times bigger than Machupicchu.  The only hitch is that only one third of the town has been excavated.  This one third was still amazing in size.  However, as I wandered the houses of Choquequirao, I did not feel the same energy as at Rosaspata.  Somehow, the Kichwa temple and palace at Rosaspata produced a more predominate vibe than the vast mountain town of Choquequirao.  I was amazed while I explored Rosaspata that I felt the holiness of the temple now in ruins.  In a sense, the Kichwas had more impressive technology than we have today.  Instead of computers, cars, and weapons, they had the power to make things come alive with energy.



Kichwa Aquaduct




Finally, on the last day of our trek, we visited the renowned Machupicchu.  This was a spiritual retreat for the Inca and some other special priests and Kichwas.  Here, we saw our first tourists and witnessed a mental battle in action.  The energy from this vast temple and palace fought hard against the tiring and closed minded energy of the tourists around us.  We found the ruins somewhat more impressive than Choquequirao or Rosaspata, but the tourists were hard to bear.  I was a little underwhelmed, but still enjoyed one of the wonders of the world.




In order to explore Kichwa ruins, we had to go where the Kichwa travelled.  Many days on the trek, I felt so worked that I wanted to just sit down and collapse into the bushes.  Nonetheless, I pushed on and made it through the trek.  For days, we climbed up for hours on end before pushing down the other side of the many passes.  Our highest pass was located at 4,721 meters.  Despite the strenuous physical requirements of the trek, I found myself at times enjoying the pain.  As I walked, I wondered what the crazy TCR family will think of next!


Ancient Inca Trail and Bridge








Along the trek, we experienced the pure beauty of the Peruvian Andes.   Every morning, the golden rays of sun singed the tops of the high mountain peaks around us.  Water droplets of glimmering dew fell from bright blossoming wild flowers.  We walked through isolated valleys, passing no one except mules and the occasional caballero.  We visited towns untouched by tourists with locals still speaking the traditional Kichwa language.   We crossed precarious wooden bridges over turbulent rapids.  Sadly, everything good must end and we were soon faced with a disturbing sight.













On our last day of trekking, our hearts sank at the sound of bulldozers and destruction.  As we turned the corner, we saw a dirt road being pushed up the valley and could not believe our eyes.  Jose, our guide, told us this road was going to the small and placid village of Yanama where we had stayed the night before.  No tourists inhabited this traditional community.  The local people of Yanama want this road so that they may buy cars and access other towns and a hospital more easily.  The banks have promised to give the people loans.  Some people will also mortgage their farms.  Of course, they won’t have money to pay off these loans, or maintain their cars, and many will loose their land.  People with money will move into Yanama and with their new property they will build a lodge and the sweet isolated town will be destroyed.  This was sad for all of us to see and the three of us ended out trek with a melancholy air in our hearts. 


The trek is over and we have seen some amazing things.  I really enjoyed seeing the ruins and the mountain passes.  The hiking was a little hard for me, but I conquered the passes.  We have ten more days until our homecoming, and not only this trek but the entire adventure will be over.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Happy Birthday to Me

The three of us have just returned from a ten day trek through the Peruvian wilderness.  About an hour ago, we said goodbye to our guide, and checked into our old hotel in Cusco.  It is my birthday and I am exhausted.  In order for me to describe the amazing trek appropriately, the long blog will have to wait until tomorrow.  Tonight, we are going out to a birthday dinner, and are coming home to bed.  Machu Picchu, Inca Ruins, and killer photos, coming up next on Rohan Geographic!

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Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Day of Temple Viewing



Yesterday, we mostly saw the insides of Catholic cathedrals and heard interesting facts about the Spanish conquest.  Today, we explored ruins of Kichwa (correct term for the Inca’ s culture) temples, just outside of Cusco.  When the Spanish invaded they tried to wholly destroy the Kichwa temples to gain power and to subdue the Kichwa culture. They could only destroy parts of the temples though; the Kichwa construction was solid and hard to destroy.  Time has not effected the Kichwa’s structures.  During the day, we had a rather enjoyable transport to several jaw drooping ruins. 

In order to get to the Kichwa ruins, we decided to go on horse back.  After a thirty minute taxi ride, we picked up Perseus, Rosa, Capricious, and The Eagle.  On these, the four of us, Mom and Dad, Joel our guide, and I ventured up a short and steep hill, and down the other side to a small subburb of Cusco.  Here a set of two ruins lay.





The horse back riding, was not as I expected, in fact it was better!  We expected the horses would walk single file and each one would have a manager, holding a rope and slowly leading the horse.  Instead, the man who owned the majestic beasts taught us how to control the horses.  Of course, they have been trained to never go faster than a trot, but this they performed well.  The man always ran beside the horses and helped us learn how to make them trot or slow down.  The horse trainer told me that the horse in front of me was hard to pass, because she like being in the lead.  I took it upon myself to pass her.  I fulfilled my task several times and enjoyed the small thrill of trotting.

The Kichwa ruins were unique and stunning.  While I walked the stone corridors, I thought I was not in a ruin but in a rock fortress.  The majority of the temples were roofless, but once the maze of carved and stacked rocks funneled into a tunnel.  At first, I looked into the passage way and thought it was a shallow crack between two rocks.  Once I had squeezed through the narrow, black hole, all light vanished.  Around me was pitch blackness.  I walked for five minutes with my head ducked and my hands touching each side of the of the dark passageway.  Joel told us that this temple entrance was intended to clean us of all negative thoughts.  In another set of ruins, we entered another tunnel, this one shorter, wider and less dark.  Within this rocky temple, priests would sacrifice llamas and make other offerings.




Joel told us that if things were very bad in the community or something seriously bad was going on, the Inca King would occasionally sacrifice one of his children.  After giving the child a hallucinogenic plant and performing a ceremony of grief, they buried the child alive.  I found this a little creepy, but way more civil than a hundred men slaughtering thousands of Kichwa women and children in their siege for power.  Soon, it was time to go back to Cusco after a successful day of temple viewing and horseback riding.





Tomorrow, we wake up at 5:30 in the morning to leave for a ten day trek.  There will be no blogs during the trek, but one will be written afterwards to sum up the journey (May 15th)!  Wish me luck!

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