Machu Picchu

To be truthful, I really didn't know much about Inka culture. I just wanted to see the mountains when I reserved this trip. Now I am also awestruck. Fully awestruck. I am throughtoutly happy I wasted huge amount of money for the "mountains".

Now I wish I could teleport all my science people here, for even one time in their life to see this. I am sitting in the middle of the true civilization. An Inka University. Perfect in it's aims. In the honour of the God that exists in everything, a community created for knowledge. For the novelty. Not for families, labour, farmers, but the ones who know the most and the ones who will transfer the knowledge.

*Writing system, codes, people who interpret the codes...all destroyed by the Spaniards
*Use of granit, use of sand, wood and water for cutting them to smaller pieces, using the flocks for making the soil more permeable for water.
*Earthequake proof architecture
*Vegetarians, use of grains in which 100 g have proteins as much as 3 kilos of meat
 etc etc etc etc...

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Now I am in a place where I probably am not allowed to be, but it has the best view and breeze and sounds of waterfalls. Came down from the ruins to check out the beautiful nature by myself. I am surrounded by high granit mountains covered by lush vegetation.

Thinking about Aguas Calientes and last night - I was missing Iquitos so much I hardly could sleep. In Iquitos, on the shores of Rio Amazonas, still exist the true Peruvian culture of sharing everything you have with the community. Yesterday I felt like a total outcast here, in this "civilized" place. Cleanliness, safety rules, high prices (45 soles for one pizza - compare to Mazan´s 3 soles of proper meal haha), English, M&M's in the shops, crumpy faced locals.. This morning, I was like a monkey, I was so amazed by all the things one breakfast table may include! I hadn´t eaten that various things in a month!

I miss Iquitos. The love, the simplicity, smiling faces, the fact that your favorite food or hot tap water is no important. The inka trail tourists here, travelling in groups and pairs, are faceless, they do not wan´t to bond, to the locals they are passbyers. To the locals, I am a passbyer. In the Amazon, no person is passed without a Buenos Tardes and Que tal's. Every each is worth of a hello.

I am proud to say that I have lived a month in the jungle city, and for that, the people I am with, matter more than how you hold your fork and a knife in a table.

PS. On this rocky riverside I´m sitting at, is growing tomatoes here and there. Cute. I think I burned my skin today, because in the morning I was wearing 4 layers of clothes and no sunscreen because it was FREEZING, yet at the midday the sun has been burning like in ol´ Iquitos.

Chau.