January 13, 2015
I had read a lot of others’ blogs about going the “back way” to Machu Picchu. This required a bit of logistical work, but was considerably cheaper than the typical tourist method of taking the train from Cusco. It would involve a bus, a collectivo, a taxi, a hike, and another bus before arriving at the gates to Machu Picchu. Not exactly the way Hiram Bingham arrived ca. 1911, but I only had a day or two.
Some people ride their bike to Santa Teresa, and leave it there and hike the rest of the way to Aguas Calientes — also known as Machu Picchu Pueblo, which is the town at the base of Machu Picchu. Not for me this time. For 15 Soles (five dollars), you can take a bus to Santa Maria, where you then take a collectivo to Santa Teresa, then a taxi the last 20 minutes to the hydroelectric plant, where you can hike along the railroad tracks (for free) for a little over six miles. It’s possible to do all of this in a day, see Machu Picchu the next morning and return to Cusco. A bit hectic, but possible.
The bus ride from Cusco to Santa Maria was not like the luxury bus I took from Huanuco to Lima last month. I was seated in the last row of the bus, and the woman next to me (besides not bathing in a month or two) apparently was able to buy one seat for her, her ten year old son, and her 2 year old son. Which meant the ten year old sat mostly in my seat, and the two year old sprawled across her lap and mine. For six hours. Hey, I wanted to experience the local culture. I was getting what I asked for.
Next up after the bus: collectivo to Santa Maria. That’s enough for one day. How about spending the night here and going on in the morning?
The morning taxi ride to the Hidroelectrica plant is about 20 minutes, and then the hike to Aguas Calientes begins. This is well worth it. Along the railroad tracks, mostly level. Despite the elevation, it’s an easy hike.
Machu Picchu is pretty spectacular, but as I’ve said many times before, I’m not fond of tourists, so this place and the town below it feels a bit like a South American Disneyland. Hordes of tourists (mostly North American and European) whining because they aren’t in their homeland’s “give me everything” culture, demanding that they be catered to, thrusting “selfie sticks” with abandon in every direction like light sabers in Star Wars.
I have to admit that while Machu Picchu is pretty impressive, I found the surrounding scenery to be the true stand-out.
A few hours here is enough for me. Besides, I was secretly focused on a different, much less-known attraction nearby. Behind Aguas Calientes and across the valley from Machu Picchu is a mountain known as Putucusi. There is an unmarked trail that leads to the top of this mountain, where you can look across to Machu Picchu. The catch: there are seven “ladders” going nearly vertically up the granite face of the mountain, some over 100 feet long. It is not an easy trail, especially if you are afraid of heights. Between and above the ladders are stone steps, steep dirt path, and eventually, at the top, a narrow ridge about three feet wide that you have to cross to get to the “summit”. I had been excited to do this since I got to Peru.
I found the unmarked entrance to the trail and began the climb up. The first twenty minutes or so is up stone steps, very steep and overgrown. At one point, the steps were gone and it was necessary to “shimmy” across a couple of large poles, then climb to the continuation of the steps.
Eventually I arrived at the first, and longest ladder. I was shocked. The first sixty feet or so was missing. You could see where the rungs had been in the rock, but someone had torn them out. The large steel cable alongside the ladder was still there, and for a moment I considered using it to climb the rock to the remaining ladder rungs, but I decided that without a climbing partner and/or climbing gear, it was too dangerous.
Disappointed, I turned around and headed back down.
After my experience with my fellow bus passengers on the ride up, I decided to speed things up and take the train back. Out of my budget, but comfortable and quick.
It’s been nice to camp in my tent again, even though it was raining in Cusco. The campground was small, and there were about four other overlanders there when I arrived, all in one form of motorhome or another.
I was lucky enough to pitch my tent under a protected spot, and let the barking of a thousand dogs in Cusco lull me to sleep.
5 thoughts on “Cusco, and the “Back Way” to Machu Picchu”
Wow, what a great milestone. I had to pause and go look up Bingham, interesting quick read. What a cool thing/place to see. Great post, too. Reading it like a shortstory, worried about you as I read about the upcoming treacherous trail (“..he’s gonna do that alone??” I thought). Too bad about the ladder, or more likely, good thing :). Loved it, beautiful.
Funny how many locals ask me if I am doing this “solo”, and are surprised.
The upcoming “treacherous trail” isn’t very treacherous, I don’t think…just infamous. Now famous as a bicycle tourist destination (they haul you up in vans, and you ride down, and then they give you the t-shirt. Just like volcano boarding in Nicaragua!).
Yep – that’s amazing. I love that you went there, and I love that it felt like Disneyland (actually I don’t love that part, but I’m not surprised).
I have had Inca Kola, quite a few years ago. Tastes like bubblegum. Probably better mixed with Pisco.
“Tastes like bubblegum”. That’s exactly what the Anja, the German woman that runs the hostel in Vilcabamba, Ecuador said!
Agree with mixing with Pisco. Pisco Sours are the best. Glad you went to Machu and enjoyed it as unique as it is.