Sexy Woman

Today, we ventured up the mountain to Sacsayhuaman. Now, of course I've read a poem about this one too but, to be honest, I wasn't quite as excited about it as I was about Ollantaytambo. Maybe it's because the mountain is bigger, and at a higher elevation, and I've been sick the last two days. Basically, about halfway up, I wanted to cry.

Sacsayhuaman is an old Inca city at the top of a mountain near the north end of Cusco. After years of destruction, all that remains now is the humongous temple (see photo), a water storage bin, a mini stadium, and a few other scattered ruins. These stones were brought from a quarry 30 km away, and as our beloved guide Edward likes to tell us, "The very small Cusqueñans were good at carrying very big rocks." Mostly, the rest of us think it's a bit of insanity.

Still and all, we made it to the top, and the view was incredible - as expected. We decided it would be wise to take a group photo, simply to prove that we'd actually made it. Cross one more hill off my list of hills to climb, I suppose. What's next? Kilimanjaro? Mount Hood? Everest? Oooooooo.

Some friends and I are going out for Chinese food tonight because we miss it. I'll update on whether it's any good here or not. Maybe.