Sacred Valley

Last night two of the Norwegian girls had pointed out to me, that the company I had booked my Sacred Valley tour with, doesn't do tours on Wednesdays (like today). However when I went to their office at 8.30 to get picked up, the bus was there and the tour left.

It is very hard to describe the Sacred Valley, we spent several hours walking amongst the gorgeous ruins, while our guide told us about what we were seeing, and there really was a feeling of awe towards what the Incas did. For example they would cut out their stones in their quarry, transport it all the way down the mountain, across a valley and up again on the other side, using nothing but manpower. The tour really took all day, and explaining it is quite hard, mainly we would walk in between Inca ruins, see their buildings and farming terraces, but also look at what they had sculpted in the mountainside. The last thing we saw was a traditional cloth production place, followed by one of the most beautiful churches I have ever seen, the exterior was pretty normal, but the inside was absolutely stunning, and unfortunately, taking pictures wasn't allowed.

After a long and gorgeous tour, we turned back towards Cuzco, and I arrived back at my hostel around 18:30, where I struck up conversation with 2 Dutch girls, whom I talked with for some time in the hostel bar (I also manage to find 2 Danish girls who live in Copenhagen, hooray for the first people from Zealand). I ate dinner at the hostel (they make dinner every night for 10 sol), a wonderful Irish stew, which I ate together with an American girl called Heather (rather British name), and after that we watched the second half of Flamengo (Bra) vs. Nacional (Per). As it got later, they invited me to come along to a nightclub, a territory thus far unknown to me. But I came along, and the rest as they say... Is history.