Butterfly House

Machu Picchu, My Way

Keeping it real while traveling in and around what is probably the single top site in South America seemed like a challenge. Truth is, things came together rather naturally. A good sign I’m getting into a nice travel rhythm.

My new travel mate, Radina, and I set off from Cusco on the local buses for Pisac. A taxi to the top and a hike down brought us through a spectacular Incan fortress perched on a mountain spur. Agricultural terracing swept across the hillside with a ceremonial center at the top. After, our “Sacred Valley” tour continued by local bus to Ollantaytambo. Darkness had set just before our arrival and, without a reservation, we started rambling our way through the high walled old cobbled streets. Continuously inhabited since the 13th century, the town is the best preserved in the valley.

In the morning, I snapped off a few shots of daybreak activity from our balcony overlooking the Plaza de Armas then ventured up to the ruins. These are known for their steep terraced fields topped off by another ceremonial center. The complex makes up a fortress, which is one of the few places where the Inca racked up a battle win over Pizarro.

Ollantaytambo is the tourist’s busy Machu Picchu thoroughfair. Thousands pass through each day for a brief stopover before moving on by train to Aguas Calientes. Radina and I had a different plan.

We killed the afternoon shopping in the nearby food market and hanging out in the, now almost tourist free, square. This is one of my favorite things with independent travel. Sure the historic sites are great to knock off, but the experiences the random down time gives you is a real gem; shopping in the market as a local would and watching the locals go about their daily business. And the bus we soon boarded brought us on a more exhilarating ride than we ever imagined. Switchback after switchback followed a river torn gorge through dense jungle up over the 4,350 m Abra Malaga pass to the off-the-beaten-path town of Santa Maria. (for those reading to take it on yourself: 15 soles, 5 hrs, depart main plaza between 2 and 4pm). Onward to Santa Teresa by collectivo (60 soles / 4, 1 hr).

We found a great little campground just south of town where we cooked up our produce bought earlier in the market and camped under banana and avocado trees. They gave us the rest of the beta on getting to Machu Picchu; three hour walk to Hidroelectrico, then follow the train tracks through the jungle for two more hours to Aguas Calientes. The jungle is prestine and makes for pleasant walking.  A word of caution: when following the tracks there is no need to pass through the longer tunnel near AC, descend the steps at the switch station and walk the dirt road to town. The entire way has a safe and pleasant trail.

The campground, Butterfly Wilderness (5 soles pp), at the base of Machu Picchu was beautiful and there were no more than two other tents present. It all makes me wonder why more don’t take advantage.  I imagine people just get caught up in the spectacle of getting there and don’t even notice it. And, it is the closest place to the park entrance. Dinner in Aguas Calientes showed me just how fancy the site had become since my last visit. The town was more commercialized and had shifted upscale.

Up early for the big day, we opted for the stairmaster workout (40 minutes for me) means to the top. Machu Picchu had all the beauty I remembered. By 1pm, exhausted, we hiked back down to our camp, which we had eyed from high above throughout the day.

We looked over train schedules and fairs – most were sold out, remember to book ahead – for a bit then opted for retracing our route to Santa Maria. It was a long day, but the familiarity helped it to cruise by. Leaving Santa Maria, the 8am bus soon arrived, at 11 (never did sort that ambiguous achedule out).  And when I say arrived, I mean something more like passed through; our packs quickly tossed into the storage bay and a running jump into the already moving bus, one hand on the rail and the other stretching back for Radina speeding up behind. The bus went direct through Quillabamba to Cusco, avoiding the “death road” – a name tour guides generously apply to those sorts of trips – over the high pass (15 soles, 6 hrs).


P.s. The April 2013 Lonely Planet Peru covers aditional things to do around Santa Teresa and Santa Maria.

Purmamarca

Crossing the Alta Puna

I have really grown to enjoy these long bus journeys.  Today I have the front seat on the upper deck, providing a continuous 180 deg view, for crossing the high Andes from Salta, Argentina, to San Pedro de Atacama, Chile. The first awe-inspiring site was the area around Purmamarca, known as The Land of Seven Colors for the many shades of red and brown through green and purple the hillsides take. The road then wound up steeply with switch back after switch back, climbing to 4100 m through cactus covered canyons, before crossing the Salinas Grandes Salt Flats. The flats were blindingly white and, well, flat, which caused a loss of depth perception. People standing would either appear as giants or midgets, and not far or near. Around the high border crossing into Chile were views of several snow-capped volcanoes, including Cerro San Bernardo. Now technically in the tropics – the tropic of Capricorn runs just South of the border crossing – I question the simple homes of Quechua peasants I’ve seen along the way. How, or better, why, people lived for so many centuries in what mostly appears an inhospitable, although beautiful, far from “tropical” environment is hard to imagine. I’ve seen little sign of water.

The photo quality isn’t bad, even though they were taken through the bus window; a tribute to the remarkable scenery.

Circuito Chico

The Frey

Cicuito Chico walk Friday,15th, then the next day Sarah and I hiked up to the well-known climbing area The Frey.  CC was a must-do because Sarah had picked up post cards highlighting it from the limited post office supply in San Martin.  It ended up being a good inspiration.  Beginning at Puerto Panuelos, there are several short trails through Valdivian forest and along small coves of the huge, 100 km glacial relic, Lago Nahuel Huapi.  The highlight being the views atop Cerro Lao Lao.

The Frey had been on our list.  It is a dual cirque of torres also know as La Catedral (near by one of the biggest ski areas in South America).  Unable to hook up climbing partners – we didn’t have pro or rope – due to hitting the tail end of the season and there only being a few scattered climbers on the walls, we made a hiking trip of it.  Which was plenty fulfilling.

The walk on from Frey Refugio was aggressive, and Sarah passed on it due to needing to rest a foot injury.  We said our sad goodbyes – Sarah’s plan was to move on to the sights of Southern Patagonia, which I had done months before – after a morning walk across the tranquil refugio lake.  Abruptly turning into a steep scramble, I was at the high Laguna Schmoll, holding more mirror like views of the nearby granite spires, in no time.  Lined with perfect splitter cracks, oh how I wanted to climb them.  Another time.

Happy to have brought my trekking poles along, I glisaded a steep scree descent; another lung pumping climb; and down to the Refugio Jacob (5.5 hrs).  Traversing these exposed slopes provided views you only get when you are in the middle of a mountain range.  I opted for the free camping once again, putting the Nemo (cool NH Co.) tent I picked up while back in Boston to use, even though the refugio was vacant apart from the caretaker.  The final walk out was fast, only 4 hrs.  The posted distance of 18km was obviously exaggerated.

A ten minute wait for a hitched ride, to a bus, and I was back in town plenty early for dinner.

Photo Archive

 

First three weeks of Patagonia

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Gary sums up leg 1 of the trip:

Expedition 2012: Patagonia, Land of Extremes Patagonia is the place of legends: the towering, iconic mountains, raging rivers, deep blue glaciers, wild winds, and miles of open, expansive wilderness. There’s a reason the company Patagonia took its name from this corner of the earth. A trip to Patagonia is a dream for most climbers and trekkers, as it was for me. So when the opportunity to go climbing with a couple of friends came up, I jumped on it.

Read the full post at his blog:
Expedition 2012: Patagonia, Land of Extremes

Tortel

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The guidebook says “Coleta Tortel is one of those places that simply has to be seen to be believed”.  And, it certainly is surreal.  The town didn’t have a road to it until 2003 and is built on the slopes of a steep fjord. There are no roads within town, only cedar walkways, miles of them. See the Photo Archive.