Today Sandra decided not to come on the hike because she was still not feeling well and she would like to feel better for Machu Picchu. So I was on my own today.
We rode the bus to Ollantaytambo. This was to be an important temple, but it was never finished likely due to small pox (which reached Peru before the Spaniards), civil war, and the Spaniards. The temple is at the top of a terraced area on a mountain.
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Ollantaytambo |
We hiked up the steps (starts in the middle of the terraces above) and had to rest 2X on the way up. In the photo below, I am looking down from near the top. You can see there are lots of stones laying around at all levels of Ollantaytambo showing that it was never finished. Some of the stones at the top were in the process of being polished and you could compare the smooth sides where they had been polished with the rougher sides.
As you get closer to the top, the stones get more carefully laid and they get bigger. The picture below is me at a gateway on the way to the temple part.
The protuberances in the stones below act as a sun dial. You can see the shadows they cast, but I don't know what time they are saying it is. It may be that when certain shadows converge it means it's a certain time of year.
At the very top are huge stones that were brought up from a neighboring mountain. The stones below are the biggest we've seen. They have protruberances that some think are incomplete carvings, such as a puma and an Inkan cross.
Below is a view of the stairs we came down
There was one incomplete fountain at the top, but there were several fountains that were running at the bottom. The one below features an Inkan cross (three stair steps in each quadrant).
Our neext stop was my favorite: the Chinchero Center for Textile Arts. This school was founded by a woman who was concerned that the traditional ways of spinning, dyeing, and weaving yarn were being lost. In the school women learn to make the Chinchero patterns and how to spin, dye, and weave the cloth. A lot of schools have sprung up in other regions to teach girls and women how to make traditional textiles.
We arrived and they sat us on benches while one woman narrated each step of the process. She let us feel wool from vicuña, alpaca, and wool. They work primarily with alpaca and some with wool. There were women weaving and spinning all around us the whole time and the narrator would have some of the women step forward or us move to see what each was doing. First she showed us how they spin the thread, using a drop spindle. But the single thread isn't strong enought so they re-spin two threads together in the opposite direction to make a two-ply thread. The women below are plying two threads into one.
We then got to see how the weaving was done. The warp threads are set up on a big frame and when these are complete, one end is tied to a stake and the other end to a belt the woman is wearing. The weaver creates the pattern by how she chooses different warp threads to raise or lower as she puts the weft thread through each row. The three women below are weaving fairly narrow fabric. For really wide things, like a bedspread, two pieces are sew together.
The narrator said that they had completely lost the knowledge of how to use natural dyes, so they had to relearn that. She showed us all the plants, insects, and minerals they use in dyeing. In the photo below, they demonstrating the effects of different mordants. Cochineal is a dye made from insects that live on cactus. They usually dye fabrics red. In the photo, you can see how different the colors are depending on which mordant was used.
After the demonstration, the women were sitting along the sides the courtyard with their woven products for us to look at and hopefully buy. I bought a small runner of natural alpaca. Even though I love the colors, the variations in the natural alpaca, from light cream to dark brown, are very beautiful. While I waited for other shoppers, our guide took my photo with one of the weavers and her daughter.
After the Center for Textile Arts, we drove to Maras where the salt pools are. We were very high up and could see lots of the snow-capped Andes that we can't see as well down in the valleys.
From the village of Maras, it was a two hour hike to the salt pools. This hike was downhill, but not steep like yesterday and on a wide (dusty) road. The salt pools are filled by a mountain spring that is 3X as salty as the ocean. It flows into a series of small irrigation ditches that people can open or close to fill the pools. Through a series of steps of filling and evaporation, the salt is left in the pools and then scraped up and carried out. The salt pools are owned by families in Maras. Families can have one or more pools.
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Salt Pools at Maras |
After we viewed the salt pools, we walked across the top of the pools to continue the rest of our hike down to the river. This was the hardest part of the hike psychologically. The trail we were following was very narrow: 12-18 inches, as you can see from my foot below. Plus the trail was covered with salt deposits that looked like snow or ice, so my brain kept expecting that it would be slippery. It was a very harrowing 10 minutes to get across.
After that, it took us another 40 minutes on the road to make it down to the Urumbamba River. Unfortunately, there wasn't any place we could get down to the river to touch it. We crossed the river on a bridge that seemed like it had seen better days and shook with every step. But we made it across and back to our bus and back to our hotel.
Sandra was still not feeling very well, but she'd been able to sleep and read a lot during the day. I really missed having her on the trip today.
We had dinner with the group and then packed our bag for the train to Agua Calientes. We can only take one 11 pound bag. Our other bag will go back to Cusco.
Tomorrow we see Machu Picchu!