Whereas Chinchero was a quaint, idyllic village of rolling pastures layered with Incan terraces, Ollantaytambo seemed to me an intimidating fortress carved right out of the rock face of a dreary mountainside. The effect, I must say, was powerful and intimidating.
As Marcelo and I made our way further down along the mountain, we found a few charming thatched roof houses, standing in stark contrast to the harsh ferocity of the rest of the ruins.
In the valley, but separate from the modern town, the remains of the village of the lower class Incas stood with similar grace and permanence, the fountains and waterways of the town still fully functional.
Unfortunately, we had forgotten to leave time to eat lunch between Chinchero and Ollantaytambo, so by the time we exited the latter, I was famished and getting a bit grumpy. We stopped in a cute little restaurant on the way to the train station and had some Trucha al Plancha (grilled trout with rice and potatoes) and avocado with vinegar. Very tasty. Then it was on to the train to Aguas Calientes, otherwise known as Machu Picchu township, where we were in bed by 10pm in preparation for our 4am wake-up call for Machu Picchu.
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Location:Meson De La Estrella,Cuzco,Peru
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