We took a minivan back across to Ollantaytambo. The journey was a little wild - there had been multiple landslides that had just happened and covered whole chunks of the road, but we got through safely. Ollanta (for short) is the place you get the posh trains to Machu Picchu from. It is a really lovely small local place with the most stunning surroundings, mountains on all sides. Yet again, simply breathtaking.
We are going to stay here for a month. We are starting off in a bit of the town where it is all narrow cobbled streets that only bikes and tuk tuks can get to. The first level of all the buildings are made of rocks from the Inca time with the second floors made in Colonial times.
The view out from our place is amazing. You can see ruins in the distance.
Olive is going to a bilingual school. It’s in just the most jaw dropping setting, we are very envious!
We did a practice walk but went slightly the wrong way. We ended up walking along the train track, up a river path and then accidentally across someone’s terraced farm. The lady was so friendly, she sat us down and gave us some of the local chicha cloudy spirit out of cut up plastic bottle! There was an old man there as well and he literally offered us food from out of his bowl. Such a humbling experience - it really makes you think how we need to improve in our own approaches.
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