Our love shack may not look like much, but we slept like babies.
Of course, before retiring Joella had to go down to the river right behind us and take some of her famous "Rock Shots..."
"Rocks Talking..."
and "Rocks not rolling..."
Before the crack of dawn the next morning we were already up, up and away...
Even lizards know that shade is a good thing.
Nine of us started, but only seven walked out. The two missing ones rode burros up, however, we all arrived about the same time. They slept a little longer and missed the photo op.
Then, we jumped in the van and went even higher up to where nobody lives.
4900 meters is over 16,000 feet which is where we went for our MiraVista crossing the pass.
If it wasn't swinging so wildly from hot to cold, I would have thought I was walking on the moon.
Of course, there are always some creatures who think the worst is the best and wouldn't have it any other way.
But, after a long ride and a good night's sleep we awoke in the ancient civizilation of Cusco.
The very old home of the Inca.
The middle-aged home of the Spanish Conquistadors.
As well as, the modern home of those trying to straddle the two races and
the jovens who reject and tag it all with a smile.
Later, Blog followers...
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