The most unpleasant part of the trip to S America was a day long drive from Cuzco to Puno, lake Titicaca in the tourist bus.
The bus itself was large and comfortable enough, with plenty of stops along the way for the loo and to allow people to stretch their legs. As always, photographs within churches were not permitted which makes some of those stops a bit frustrating.
The ornate baroque 17th century church at Andahuaylillas was first stop.
But in many cases of course the outside of the building has it’s own interests.
Not to mention the roof decorations on the grooves of houses around and about.
We also stopped at an Inca settlement more obviously influenced by the Aymara culture, Raqchi.
The Inka site at Raqch’i was a primary control point on a road system that originated in Cusco and expanded as the Inka empire grew. It is located in a valley known for sacred sites. Most of the Inka structures are enclosed by a 4 km-long perimeter wall, but just outside it, on the Inka road that entered Raqch’i from Cusco, an enclosure with eight rectangular buildings around a large courtyard was probably a lodging house for travellers.
The complex of Raqch’i consists of several different areas each designated with a specific function. Some have noted that these buildings may have been for religious and administrative officials. Others speculate that these buildings, paired with the scale of defenses may have been used as barracks to house troops.
Nearby are approximately 220 circular buildings, likely used as storehouses, called qullqas
But it was the views along the way that were probably most interesting, from the scenery through people going about their business and even the political graffiti.
The change from the valleys to the high anti-plano was sudden and shocking.
But by the time we hit the pre-Inca museum at Pucara, we’d all had enough. If I was doing it again, this is the bit that I would throw some money at in an attempt to speed my way through.
Instead of which it dragged on for another four hours. Not even flamingos could cheer us up.
By the time Puno came into sight, we were all just too fed up to enjoy the view.