The morning after MP, we took a tourist train back upriver to Ollataytambo, and got on a van into Urumamba, where we planned to spend the next night.
After considerable confusion, we managed to find a "taxi" driver who knew where our hostel, which Rosie had booked via smartphone the day before, was located. Except the taxi was a moto-rickshaw, and instead of being right in town, it turned out to be way the heck up in the hills above town. It took way longer to get to than we expected.
Example of a moto-rickshaw like we rode.
Rosie entering our nicely appointed hippie-ish eco-lodge room.
Inspecting the map with Julietta the dog.
Cappuchina the cat.
Chloe the alpaca.
We hired a driver named Roger to drive us across the valley to a few notable sights.
First up, the salineras, or salt fields. Here, a slat-water spring comes out of a hillside and for hundreds of years, locals have channeled it out into evaporation fields.
Next was Moray, a series of circular terraces created by enlarging and shaping some natural depression in the terrain. This offered a range of solar aspects and temperature zones in one location, allowing this place to serve as an agricultural lab. They studied which plants and varieties could be moved around from one part of the empire to another.
A stray dog running around.
Mt Veronica.
Chloe drinking out of a bottle!
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