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Wild affair with Travel God

I’ve never been religious. I’ve personally hated going to crowded temples and waiting in long queue’s to pray to God, when the first thing I was taught when I was a child was “God is one and everywhere”. But, I still went to temples to please my grandparents. And then, as I grew up, I saw random bullshit happening around the world over “which God is better” et all. It drove me nuts. I stopped going to temples when I moved out of home. The only time I visited a temple since then, was for my wedding, that too since the venue itself was a temple.

And its been more than a decade, temple free. But, I realised I’ve been making up by visiting all these sacred places around the world in the name of traveling and forgotten they are houses of prayer. Did I go there for God? God no. I’m trying to remember why I went – Architecture maybe. Unesco World Heritage site I guess. History for sure. Wonder of the World, who knows? Either way, I never prayed when I went anywhere. But, looks like there is one God hanging around across all these places and that is the Travel God. He loves me, chases me and makes sure I find him in the next destination or he finds me in the next destination. I’m having this wild affair with him and no one seems to mind. It is for him that I climbed those ridiculously steep steps in the Guatemalan temples or walked through claustrophobic passages in Egyptian temples. It is for him that I kept silent in the serene cathedrals across Europe or danced with no inhibition on the streets of Salvador. And, the beauty of it is that we keep discovering each other all the time.

So, here are the memorable moments from across the world in sacred places, where I found the one God to love. He made me fall in love with him and he taught me a lesson or two.

At Christ the Redeemer in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil – Where Travel God tested my patience with the crowds and the unbearable sun (not being favourable to my photography).

At the Cathedral in Cusco, Peru, just outside which my wallet got stolen. This was the first test of travel – Can a solo woman backpacker manage without money in a strange land. He was just putting me in a situation to see how tough I can be.

At the Bonfim Church in Salvador Brazil, on the day of Bonfim festival, the first house of prayer I went to after having beer and dancing. A strange new concept to me. But, he seemed to derive joy from the mad parade and I just went along.


At Westminster Abbey in London, where he showed me two sides of a coin. The place were union and separation exists under one roof. The place where so many people marry. The place where so many lay buried. I had goosebumps thinking about Grand Royal weddings. I felt more moved when I saw the graves of those Great poets, authors, scientists, nobles… The poets corner and so on.

At a beautiful Hindu temple in Bali, devoid of the loud chattering Pujaris that you often see in India or the crowds or the Aarti’s or the flowers or the fire. He showed me that religion is incidental. It doesn’t have to follow norms. The same Hindu temple in Bali was more Buddhist than anything else. Buddhism. Hinduism. Doesn’t matter. It was silent and beautiful.

At the Duomo in Florence, Italy where I found the Artist in him. The artistic cathedral itself. The artists outside the cathedral wanting to make portraits of you. The artist within.

At the Alhambra in Granada, Spain where he showed me that God is in the detail. The less said, the better.

At Chichen Itza in Mexico where I discovered that God doesn’t mind an evil side. All those skulls. All those demons. All those you see oh so often across the world. If we did not know what evil was, how are we supposed to identify what’s good.

At Abu Simbel in Egypt, where he taught me that nothing comes easy. Getting up at 2 30 am and taking a convoy to reach there to see the majestic idols at sunrise. What’s tougher. This whole temple was moved from one place to another and built piece by piece. Nothing comes easy, my dear.

At the monastery in Ladakh in India, where he showed me that God is as much in energy and restlessness as much as he is in calmness and patience. Check out the young monk and old monk and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

That’s the only spiritual discourse I have for the traveler’s soul. Tell you more when I meet him next.

A year ago….

I remember November 23rd very very clearly in my head. It was the day I was stranded in the little town of San Pedro Atacama in Northern Chile without any money, fairly hungry, sun burnt, tired and wondering. Id bid farewell to the Colombian friends in the Bolivian border a day ago. Id said goodbye to Roy about 10 days ago in the Peruvian border. And for the first time in a long long time, I was truly alone and broke.

Id lost my wallet in Peru, my own stupidity. Roy had left his credit card with me. But, my stupidity did not end with just losing the wallet. When I crossed over from Bolivia to Chile, reluctantly, I forgot to exchange Bolivian currency for Chilean. I thought I was safe with a credit card and a 10 dollar note I had. Well well well.. the ATMs did not work. The 10 dollar bought me a night at the youth hostel and nothing more. Credit card forgery (signing as Roy to buy a bus tikcet), some startvation and lot of yearning to see things I couldn’t afford is how I landed up passing the day.

I was quite miserable that day. I remember. I wanted to eat and hang out with people. I wanted to ride a quad bike into the dunes. I think I even wanted to go to the Valley of the moon to see the sunset. Something like that… But, I had no money. For the first time in a long time, I really knew what it felt like to be totally broke. Walking around aimlessly with truly empty pockets seemed like an experience every backpacker would go through sometime or the other. You turn them upside down and you’d see sand trickle out… But, its also pretty distrubing. That day, I did not see any positives. I was just cranky, hungry and tired. I cried a lot. I just wanted to board the bus to a city where I would meet friends and eat good food. In the entire 7 month trip, if there was one day I moped a lot, it was Nov 23rd.

Why do I remember this today? I wandered into office at around 9 30 am and its a monday. For the first few minutes, I make my coffee and just stare at my laptop watching the white screen turn partially red with the highlighted unread mails. As this turns into a blur, my mind wanders and lands up with collages of landscapes from my trip a year ago. Yes… this morning, I looked at the date on the mailbox and sipped coffee. And it was a dusty blur. The images were all a dusty blur like the sand storm in San Pedro De Atacama. And I was alone in the office, with the whrrrrrring sound of the air con keeping me company.

Shit.. what a long way….. Im not broke. Im not alone. But, Im in a cold cubilcle wishing I was alone and broke in a dust strom.

I would have spent the day very differently, smiling and carelessly strolling around had I known I was going to be sitting in a freezing office a year from now.

The people who made everything worth it……

Was just thinking about how many interesting people Ive met in this trip so far…..

I guess Ive always had this doubt in my mind whether travel is about meeting people or seeing places.. I guess its a bit of both…. I remember people more than places and I remember places because of the people I met there…

So…. a big thanks to all these people for making my journey worth it….

Italian gay artist in a China town bus in New York

A music lover and wonderful human being (who incidentally is my sisters educational Godfather) in Madison

3 Tam Bram Engineering Boys living the typical American Grad student life in Madison

Sociologist Mom in Sao Paulo

The 17 year old on a metro who was carrying a cake for his girlfriends birthday in Sao Paulo

Amelie Poulain look alike and kickass samba dancer in Sao Paulo

Drama queen cum Capoeirista who loves to wear roman sandals in Sao Paulo

Brazilian capoeirist couple who ideally should have been a bollywood dancing couple in Sao Paulo

Brazilian born middle eastern obsessed Foodie in Sao Paulo

The only Brazilian guy who doesnt like the sun and coffee in Rio De Janeiro

His girlfriend who is as Brazilian as it gets in Rio De Janeiro too

A Chilean artist who has made one of the most romantic and moving art staircase Ive ever seen in my life in Rio De Janeiro

A Slovakian Anthropoligist living in Bahia in Rio De Janeiro

A social worker from Portugal, working with children in Rio De Janeiro

A professor from Petropolis who is learning English in his 50s in Rio De Janeiro

An Australian from England, overstaying her visa in Brazil to learn Capoeira in Rio De Janeiro

2 Brothers named Washington and Wellington in Ouro Preto

An arrogant American who asked unbelievably idiotic questions about India in Ouro Preto

A Polish guy who was locked outside the hostel in Sao Paulo

His English friend who kept ringing the bell in the wrong house in Sao Paulo

The Canadian couple who were fussing about 5 dollar meals but spent 100 dollars on REM in
Buenos Aires.. whatever rocks their boat…

The 3 loud girls who wore lycra and went out only at 10 pm and returned at 6 am in Buenos Aires

The pinstriped shirt banker gathering in a Halloween meetup in Buenos Aires

The Peruvian Women Shahrukh Khan Fan Club in the hostel in Cusco

The Swedish (overenthuasiastic engineer sent to Peru to work on some technology project) who escaped work for a weekend trip in Machu Picchu

The Colombian couple Lina and Mauro who I cannot describe in one sentence…. They are my family and I love them to death… Met them in Peru and landed up traveling in Bolivia with them.. Check out what I have to say about them in my post Un-Boliviable

French couple in the hostel in Puno, who were doing the exact reverse of my trip from East to West giving me invaluable advice about Bolivia and Chile

Brazilian 40 year old who looked nothing over 30 in the boat in Lake Titicaca .. Landed up going and staying with her Salvador after a few months

The Mexican sisters in the boat in Lake Titicaca who were dying to go sand boarding

The Australian exchange students in the bus ride from Lake Titicaca to Lapaz, with whom I spent an afternoon drinking beer and bitching about cricket

Bolivian biologist who hosted me in Lapaz and who is now tripping around India.. I truly managed to convince her to visit my country

Another wonderful Bolivian girl with a Swiss boyfriend (who worked in an organisation with priests.. so he really coudlnt admit he had a girlfriend)

The large Bolivian family who made me feel so welcome I was afraid I would leave Bolivia with Montana as my surname

Menta, the most beautiful blind dog Ive met in my life.. I wish she couuld see how beautiful she was

A Colombian 21 year old gastronomical student who is moving to Australia to become a chef… who danced with me under the stars and taught me how to love Spanish music.. I traveled with
him in Bolivia and fell in love with his spirit… I cant wait for the day I get to travel with him again

A German geologist, without whom I would have never understood the real natural beauty of the Bolivian salt plains…

A French couple…. the guy talking all the time and the girl sitting quietly…. Kinda reminded me of Roy and me (opposite though)

An Israeli gang who sang Bob Marley all the time… something about the whole wild outlook of
the group made me fall in love with Israel… I just have to go there

The perfect boyfriend anyone can ask for… the colombian boyfriend of my Indian friend in Santiago, Chile… he is adorable

Peruvian single mother to a baby who looks like a J&J baby in Santiago… a fantastic strong woman

Monicas mother – Energetic mother, shopper, tour guide cum Ambassador of Santiago

Capoerist professor (friend of neeshas from the US) who I think looks really hot

Spunky theatre artist cum dancer addicted to Yoga and wearing Indian clothes all the time in Santiago

Colombian Chica Loca (Crazy in Cordoba Argentina… there is an entire blog post dedicated to her..

James Dean look alike Argentinian guy who just returned from Canada in Cordoba

Greek god who dances like he was born to dance in Buenos Aires

A cartoonist cum beedi smoker who loves to bicycle in Buenos Aires

An Armenian Australian chiropractor in Buenos Aires

A Colombian guitarist who was spending time learning music in Buenos Aires

A Brazilian student in Argentina, missing home

An American round the world traveler with whom I shared 3 wonderful days in Iguazu

A ping pong expert and business woman from Singapore (she is in her 30s and already a MD of a company) in Iguazu

A lost little boy from Singapore who wanted to travel all around South America in 25 days in Iguazu

A Californian couple who run a fitness club with more positive energy than anyone else Ive met

A Brazilian family (who have adopted me as their daughter) in Curitiba

An American firefighter (wonderful dancer but he will deny it, patient listener considering how much of my non stop banter he has put up with and someone who I am addicted to in many ways now) and his friend (who Ill always remember as the guy who lost his camera on New years in Rio and tried to report it to the cops….)

A talented Brazilian musician who needs a third hand (to hold the beer as he strums the guitar) in Vitoria and then in Belo Horizonte

His father, who makes the best breakfast in Brazil

His fathers friend, who I can fall in love with had he been about 20 years younger

An American woman who lives in Salvador Bahia setting up an NGO for the homeless, who incidentally spent many of years of her life as a professional dancer, grew up in Hollywood (knows Brad Pitt), has 20 year old sons (when you see her, you wont believe it) and a heart of gold

An American guy who moved to Salvador 18 years ago and celebrated the 18th birthday of his move with my Indian dinner

An American girl who decided to visit Salvador for 3 months and is paying for everything with her credit card, hoping to get a job to pay back those bills when she heads back

A British girl, whose aunt paid for her rount the world trip, discovering herself

A Spanish guy, who can make you laugh even when everything around you makes you want to scream and cry

An American guy who does some virtual techy job (computer software stuff) who lives in a different country every year… Im freaking jealous

A Brazilian guy who was obsessed about doing handstands and kissing t
he British girl in Chapada Diamantina

A Brazilian lady who moved to live in Hawaii and named her son after Narayan, the Indian God as she is obsessed with Hare Rama Hare Krishna stuff in Chapada Diamantina

A Brazilian guy from Belo Horizonte who volunteers with children in a Favela teaching them Capoeira and Afro dance

A 5 year old Brazilian girl who taught me how to dance to Shakira on a 24 hour bus journey from Salvador to Belo Horizonte

A house full of girls who throow weekly international theme parties and monthly costume parties in Belo Horizonte

A girl wearing a pink dress and putting up balloons at a music show in Belo Horizonte

A whole bunch of musicians who make the world seem like a more beautiful place in Belo Horizonte…….

….. and I still have 3 more months to go…..

Lost in Translation.. Lost in Pronunciation too..

If you think that the challenge is learning a foreign language, think again. That’s actually the easy part. Try flying to a continent, where supposedly you need to know only 2 languages – Spanish and Portuguese. Who are you kidding? The way in which Spanish is spoken in Argentina is way different from Colombia and different from Chile and so on.. and the Spanish in South America and the Spanish in Spain is different too… the way in which Portuguese is spoken in every part of Brazil seems to be different…. and I don’t think the Portuguese from Portugal understand any of the Portuguese from Brazil…

Its crazy… Rio De Janeiro is pronounced as Hio de janeiro in Brazil and Rio de Haneiro in other parts of South America. Pollo (chicken) is pronounced as Poyyo in some countries, Pojo in some and Posho in some….

I really should not complain coming from India. Imagine the poor tourist in India. After every couple of hours of traveling, the language changes.. the script too…

Coming back to South America, its more than three and a half months since I landed in South America. I’ve been making a conscious effort to learn the language…. If God paid me for effort, I would be able to sponsor my next trip.

Anyway, why am I writing this post now…. after so long… Just 2 weeks back, I spoke for 7 minutes on the phone with a Police officer in Rio De Janeiro Airport about renewing my visa. Totally in Portuguese. Phew! I am serious. If you do not believe me, check with my friend Aarti. She witnessed the whole conversation. And today, I did something even more outrageous… I called a friend in the United States and left an angry voice mail in Portuguese. All in Portuguese. So, I think Im finally getting the hang of how Portuguese works… Well, I’ve used a couple of techniques for learning the language. Just thought it might be interesting….

Rule No 1 – Do not get psyched by people who are ‘natural born language learners’. Por exemple, my travel partner Neesha was learning to say words like extraordinary, probable, destiny, etc when I was still stuck with Good morning and Thank you. She is incredible with languages. Right now, she is headed further North and I am sure she already knows the dialect there.

Rule No 2 – Watch movies and tv. In South America, they have all the international channels and subtitles in Portuguese and Spanish. As you listen to English, read the subtitles. That’s a very fast way of picking up words. In about 1/2 hour, you can learn close to 30 words atleast. Ofcourse, if you are watching some real trash, then you will learn swear words earlier than anything.

Rule No 3 – Buy a dictionary before heading out. Phrasebooks and Teach yourself books won’t get you anywhere. With a dictionary and South America in front of you, you can translate anything – billboards, menu cards, flyers, etc. That way, you will start learning. Fast trackers can buy books in that language and start reading. For me, I am just still reading billboards.

Rule No 4 – Listen to people. Then, talk to people. Irrespective of how horrible you sound, just try to talk. It doesn’t pay to be shy. Hang out with people who don’t speak English… you’ll be forced to learn. And then, when you feel like its too much, hang out with people who dont speak the language you are trying to learn. Whatever you have learnt will be more than what they know and they will probably land up complimenting you and that will only make you feel more charged to learn the language. Psychological feel good tips to learning.

Rule No 5 – Start with simple things and important things. For me, my objective was to learn everything that I needed to learn to save myself in a coffeeshop. On day 1, it took me a frustrating 7 minutes to order coffee and I got really upset. That charged me to pick up coffee stuff. Today, I can walk into a shop and say ‘Cafe sem leche por favor…’ with confidence. Can also ask for ‘coffee to go’, ‘with or without sugar’, ‘how much it costs’, ‘double shot with water on the side’, etc. Its been a real challenge, but if you meet me in a coffee shop, you’ll think I am Brazilian.

Rule No 6 – Decide what your style is. Do you want to be the ‘Wren and Martin’ type or the ‘Sign language type’ or the ‘Word by word type’. To explain further, the ‘Wren and Martin types’ learn everything in a grammatically perfect manner. The sign language varieties use some words and the rest are just gestures and expressions. The word by word type is like join the dots… For eg: Eu, Centro, Bus, Onde means I, Centro, Bus, Where… which actually means I need to go to Centro…. Where can I get a bus… It works.. People understand.. People are glad you are atleast making an effort…

Rule No 7 – Listen to music… Music is one of the best ways to pick up the language… try and choose your favourite songs and look up the translation on the internet… its an interesting way to learn… this also helps you learn some romantic words… (since most of the songs anyway have some romance in them.. its Latin America)

Rule No 8 – Write letters in that language. I spent about 2 hours and wrote one paragraph. Then, I decided it would be good to begin with postcards.

Rule No 9 – Learn some nuances… for example, in Brazil, everything is pronounced with this sounds ‘chee’… Internet is internechee…. Citibank is Cicheebankee…. Hip Hop is Hippee Hopeee… Samba Rock is Samba Hockee… and the Portuguese equivalent of ly in english is mente… Actually is actualmente…. normalmente.. generalmente… facilemente… so, when you are stumped, you can use mente and you will be fine.

Rule No 10 – No more rules….. Just, learn to say ‘I love you’ in the language. If you don’t know anything, you can survive with romance. That’s my latest theory about life.

P for Picchu.. P for Puma..P for Pollo.. P for Potatoes … and P for Peru

The lost month Part 3 – P for Picchu.. P for Puma..P for Pollo.. P for Potatoes … and P for Peru.. That’s what its called. I haven’t put my mind on Part 2 which is Buenos Aires. So, I am gonna jump to Part 3 about Peru. In a couple of days, hopefully, I’ll be able to put down my thoughts on Buenos Aires (with Roy and Picklu) and Buenos Aires (by myself)… Tiill then, enjoy Peru.

When you think of Peru, you think of Machu Picchu. Well, that’s before visiting Peru.

After visiting Peru, when you think of Peru, you think of many other things… where do I begin… to give you a taste, you think of the 4000 types of potatoes.. no pun intended on taste… you also think about pumas… about condors.. about Pollo and papa frita… about women in frilly skirts and hats.. about the buses that smell of coca leaves and bread.. about the shrill sound of people screaming town names in bus stops.. about ruins… about Shahru khan as they call him… about coloured wool.. about llamas… It doesn’t matter what comes to your mind.. it is just the fact that you can’t stop thinking about this country.

With the excitement of visiting a historical wonder of the world – Machu Picchu, we set out for Peru in the first week of November. Since we had limited time, we decided to focus on the Southern part of Peru, covering Cusco, Machu Picchu, Puno, Lake Titicaca, Arequipa and Colca Canyon. Ofcourse, the plan changed once we started traveling. Guess I will leave that for later. Our flight landed in Cusco early in the morning and we had to make our way to the little hostel called Pirwa. How happy we were when we found out that taxi rides anywhere within Cusco cost us 3 Soles (45 Rs or 1$) and split between three of us (Roy, Picklu and me), it was like basic auto fare in India. So, we decided to indulge in taxis in Peru…. afterall, they were cheap, efficient and a treat amidst all the public transport we had to take in other countries.

Reaching our hostel, we were immediately mobbed by the tour guide into taking a city tour of Cusco. After having read about the Incas in the guidebook and some other books, we were pretty sure that seeing a whole bunch of stones without a guide explaining the significance behind them would be meaningless. Hence, we decided to indulge in tours for the purpose of understanding the complete picture and accessing transportation to these not so accessible ruins across Cusco and outside Cusco. (Cusco city tour cost us 20 soles and the Sacred Valley tour cost us 35 soles.. tours include transport and a guide but not food)

Before I begin explaining what we saw, I’ll spend a little time on Incas. Well, the Inca civilisation (which thrived between 12th and 15th century) is not that old in comparison to some of the other stuff in Peru. There was the Chavin culture around 300 BC, evident in the city Huaraz which has famous underground tunnels. There was Moche who built the Pyraminds near Trujillo and Chiclayo in North of Peru between 100 and 700 AD. Nazca sculpted their lines around this time. There was also the city of Chan Chan, built before the Incas. History is an understatement, when you talk about Peru. However, as commercial as it may sound, the country gets famous for the ‘Wonder of the World’. Just like India I guess. People know the Taj Mahal but not the beautiful temples in Madurai and the mosque in Bhopal and the ruins in Hampi. I guess Machu Picchu is the Taj Mahal of Peru and like every traveler, we wanted to head there too.

Coming back to the Incas, it was somewhere around the 15th century that the Inca culture really thrived in Peru. With around 12 generations of Inca kings. The most famous one was the 9th Inca Pachacutec (whose statue you see everywhere), around whose time the empire really expanded and Machu Picchu was built. The last Inca was the 11th Inca who split the empire between his two sons, who later fell into the hands of the Spanish. This was around 1530. One of the Spanish guys started eating into the Inca empire and destroyed many of the Inca cities and sites. What you see today is not even 20 – 30% of what really was. Having existed only for around 3 centuries, the Inca empire pretty much died around that time.

Being Indian, colonisation is not something alien. I guess when we see a beautiful temple and a British structure next to it, we are not surprised anymore. Pretty much the same story in Peru. When you see a beautiful Inca structure and a colonial building on top of it, you don’t get surprised. It is so many years since this has happened and the people of Peru have accepted it without any frustration. I guess now there is no frustration left in them. They have made a tourist destination out of everything. They have made a painfully sad historic tale out of it. They have made a spectacle out of it and it does deserve that. And more than anything, they are making money out of it. I guess every historic destination in the world will one day turn that city or town into an open air museum for commercial tourism. But, the more I visit such places, the more I yearn to see these places as they were before without signboards and tour guides and cameras. The more I yearn to just read about it and go back into time, seeing it as it was.

So, here is a glimpse of what we saw in Cusco, Sacred Valley and Machu Picchu -

Around Cusco …

Qoorikancha – a very important Inca temple, which was destroyed by the Spanish and a church was built over it… before the Spanish attack, the temple actually had floor of gold.. and was considered one of the most fabulous Inca sites..

Saksaywaman, which is the ruins outside Cusco.. Since its easy for the gringos, they pronounce it as Sexy Woman instead of Saksaywaman… The story goes that Cusco is shaped like a Puma and Saksaywaman is the head of the Puma. This particular Inca ruin is very significant as the Incas took protection in this place for months and attached the Spanish in Cusco before being finally defeated… The ruins today are not even 20% of what they used to be..

Tambomachay or the Inca baths was home to the royal fountain.. This particular site was used by royalty for ceremonial baths…

Q’enko or the maze with wonderful patters in the rocks, displaying the mystical ‘Rock worship’ of the Incas. The zigzag shape of the rocks add to the rituals as places where sacrifice was done. The cavelike areas under the rocks are possible areas where mummies were stored or valuable material like gold or precious objects were hidden.

Sacred Valley…

Ollantaytambo, a massive ruin dedicated to Ollanto, a soldier in the Inca army who was secretly in love with the daughter of one of the Inca kings. Their marriage was prohibited due to different social status. Much drama around this story.. like Bollywood almost… these ruins are one of the most important ruins in Sacred Valley..

Pisac ruins is famous for the terrace farming structure, which the Incas followed religiously across all the ruins. In size, Pisac is larger than Machu Picchu. Pisac however is visited more by tourists for the colourful market rather than the large ruins. The market sells every possible Peruvian thing at a touristy price.. negotiable totally..

Chinchero was one of my favourite ruins.. right on top of the ruins, there is a beautiful white church which the Spanish built. Indication of colonial times… However, the mix and match of Inca ruins and a white church is unique in nature and well worth a visit.

After spending time in the ruins, we learnt about the Inca architecture. Check out the picture below… you can observe the shape and how the stones fit into each other… kind of like building blocks…. some of the stones have far more than 12 edges… The architecture was supposed to be a fine example of masonry .. With what little I understand of architecture, I found it pretty fascinating.. but, to be honest, I think that work that has come out in other civilisations much before the Incas have been superior in terms of details… again, this is from my limited architectural knowledge.. commenting more from aesthetics than technicality… all my architect friends can correct me here..



Machu Picchu

Anyway, just visiting Cusco and Sacred valley can give you an Inca overload. But, you haven’t seen Inca till you see Machu Picchu. It is not a wonder of the world for nothing. We took the backpacker train up to Aguas Caliente, the town that is the base for Machu Picchu. As compared to people who do 4 day Inca trail treks, our train was super comfortable. It better be comfortable for the 100 $ we had to pay. Reaching there, we spent day 1 just gathering information about the ruins and purchasing our ticket for Machu Picchu. (Ticekt to Machu Picchu costs 40 $)

Day 2, we got up in the wee hours of the morning and took a bus to Machu Picchu. (The bus to and fro cost us 14$ – you can walk but its really tiring). Nestled beween the mountains, its as lost a city as it can get. I can only imagine what a wonder it would have been for the guy who actually discovered it. Ofcourse, probably did not look as splendid as it does now. It was completely covered with weed and moss and they had to spend almost 2 years cleaning the entire site and restoring it. The location makes it even more mystic than anything else. Really don’t want to spend too much time saying anything about this place. Just go and experience it. Thats my only advice. However, don’t forget to take a guide. Listen to his story. Then, hang around other groups and listen to their stories as well. Every guide has his own story.

After completing our Phd on the Incas, we took a bus to Puno, the town which is the gateway to Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. Its one of the natural wonders of the world. We landed up doing a one day tour of the floating islands of Uros and this really disgustingly boring island called Taquile, in the middle of nowhere. Uros was quaint, traditional and totally unique. Little villages and inhabitants living completely on floating islands. The inhabitants of the island actually explained to us how each island is built and how they actually manage to live on it. Its incredible.

A boat ride in a traditional weed boat with the little kid from the island singing us songs in all languages was like icing on the cake. As for Taquile, the other island, a choppy boat ride took us there and we got dehydrated, ate bad food and came back feeling sick. Actually, I was completely sick after the boat ride (not the guys). 2 days of recovery in the hostel in Puno followed that boat trip. It pretty much grounded us and hence, we cancelled the trip to Colca Canyon.

Only after I felt like I could eat something more than bread did we venture out of the hostel and headed towards the bus station to take a bus to Arequipa, our last stop in Peru, before the guys headed back to India. Three things we loved about Arequipa.. the view of the volcano from the city, the roof top restaurants serving fresh juice and coffee and the Foosball table in the hostel we stayed in. Just hanging out together doing lazy things, we spent 2 days… Picklu left for Nazca, wanting to play Indiana Jones a bit longer. Roy just hung out with me in Arequipa and we were trying to get used to the fact that we won’t see each other for 5 months. Phew ! Thats a long time huh.

That really was the touristy part of Peru… but there are some other things I guess that we will remember more about Peru than the Inca histor
y… Here goes..

We will remeber all our tour guides.. the Cusco city guide, whose Spanish and English sounded the same.. Our Sacred valley tour guide who spoke non stop for 2 hours on the bus to Ollantaytambo… Our Machu Picchu guide who loved to explain the significance of the rainbow coloured flag of Cusco a zillion times, asking us not to mistake it for the rainbow parade… And last but not the least, our guide for the Lake Titicaca boat tour who should have ideally been elected as the natural wonder of the world, not the lake (considering his screechy voice, his explanation about a messed up island being the most exotic destination in the world and for making us hike up and down in the hot sun for nothing)

We will always be amazed by Peruvian ability to find a Condor or a Puma shape in any natural place in the country.. a mountain, a lake, a city… everything is shaped like a condor or a puma.

We will also never doubt Peruvian ability to make the most bland chicken in the world and give you a potato overdose.

We will remember the time the guys decided to be health freaks and trek up to Huyana Picchu, the mount next to Machu Picchu.. 2 brave Indian men scaled Huyana Picchu and came down looking like they needed to be hospitalised… out of breath totally…

We will remember the classic Peru kid photo pose. Look sad and mysterious for a few seconds till someone takes a picture and then ask for 5 soles.

We will remember the colour.. the only other country after India that has given us as much colour. Don’t be shocked if you find orange, pink, red and yellow in the same shawl and it looks beautiful.

We will always love the classic weaver and llama pose. You’ll find these women with their llamas everywhere.. and it is absolutely tempting to take that picture.

We know that the only country in the world where Roy and Picklu will be called as Shah Rukh Khan will be Peru. Anyone Indian and they call them Shahru and Kareena. Bollywood craze here too..

What can we say… we only managed to spend time in the Inca part of Peru.. not visiting the Amazon region, not visiting the beaches known for surfing, not visiting the other amazing archeological cities like Trujillo, Chan chan, not visiting places to Sandboard, not visiting some of the best canyons, not climbing volcanoes! I kinda like it when the not visited part is bigger than the visited part. It just means we have to visit again….