So, bleary eyed, we stumbled out of bed and down the train tracks (a.k.a. the main street) to the bus stop. Which was mobbed. I reckon that there must have bee 6-700 people all wanting to beat the crowds and get the first bus up. Luckily the first bus was actually 21 buses, so nobody was left stranded.
We got into the site and headed uphill (along with 698 other people - and the 200 or so a day that walk there - they must be really annoyed to see the mobs of geriatrics arriving by bus).
As MP (I can't be bothered trying to remember how many 'c's are in each bit of Machu Picchu) is on the top of a hill, but a hill that is lower than those around it, it is actually very light before the sun gets visible.
It is pretty though.
The site before sunrise
Finally the sun came. Now, I'm not sure what I expected, but it was really quite a disappointment. It just got brighter (and, to be fair, warmer). Not the dramatic sights and sounds of Tikal Temple IV (post passim). Anyway, once the sun had come up, people started moving around and the place felt less busy.
Here comes the sun
MP is pretty. The three things that mark it out are:
- The setting - it's spectacular
- The size - it's pretty big
- The intactness (word?) of the buildings
A Building (reasonably intact)
After five hours (we did alot of sitting down and soaking up the place) we headed back to the entrance.
The Site again - in sunshine this time
We then had a nice, but very expensive, lunch and went back down on the bus (walking down was discussed, but not very seriously). Back at the hotel, we slept the sleep of the just until it was time for tea.
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