Our hotel arranged for a cab to drive us the thirty minutes to the train station up the mountain from Cuzco. Yes that is right. We drove uphill from the hotel until I thought my ears were going to pop. It reminded me of being in Bolivia with Brenda last summer and leaving in the morning from Cochabamba to visit villages in the mountains where World Vision is working. Bolivia is very close to where we are today, sharing the mountain range with Peru. It is amazing to see how people have adjusted to living at these kinds of altitudes.
Arriving at our destination of Aquas Caliente it would become our base camp for the visit to MachuPicchu tomorrow. When you get off the train you are guided through dozens of tourist stalls selling mostly all he same things. They have certainly caught on to the dollars that can be made in tourism. We were met by an escort assigned by the hotel to walk us there through the gauntlet of restaurant owners trying to convince the two new gringos in town to eat at their place.
With the population swelled by backpackers and people from every nation, Aquas Caliente began to remind us of familiar mountain towns like Whistler or Banff in an Andean kind of way.
We had time in the afternoon for a nap and then to scout where we might go for supper that night. We found a funky fusion foodie place that even provided wifi although our attempts to connect with wives fell flat. It had nautical decor, more of a pirate kind than a yacht club – still funny to find in the mountains.
Over supper we discussed just how blessed we have already been this week. The people we have met and the sights we are seeing. I have also been blessed by emails from my family (both natural and church) telling me of their prayers and how I’m missed. They are enjoying following the trip virtually.