Hiking Off the Beaten Path to Huchuy Qosqo

“How high is this height again?” I asked while I was pimping on the mountain of the corridor, which is the upper part that looks out of the distance.

“12,0000 feet”, our guide, Everen, said fun as it is and others from Amazon explorers Office turned on the corridor. “But it diminishes soon!” He added a little encouragement.

I was skeptical.

When I communicated with Amazes for the first time regarding the lifting of Macho Piccho, I asked them to choose a road that was beaten and can be done in one day. There is a lot and a lot to choose from in the Holy Valley after all; Inca built more than 40,000 km of roads through their empire, and many of them became long -distance walks.

The height for a whole day was chosen less than others, and it will take us to the archaeological site called Huchuy Qosqo (“Little Cusco” in Quechua). Starting from an hour outside CUSCO in the small village of Taucca, it passes through some mountains, through the abandoned villages and cheerful handle filled with Inca ruins, and winds over a series of hills before reaching our final destination: Huchuy Qosqo.

Starting in the village, we went directly to our first road point. We were up to the highest level I was in my life (higher than Macho Piccho), and although I was in the area for a week, I was feeling it, and I needed to take frequent rest periods while my road whistle to the top of the mountain. Fortunately, the sky was cloudy and the sun hid while the gentle winds kept me.

But only frequent stations made it easy to estimate the scene around me. The higher we go, the more we get the views of the earth below and the mountains around us. On this height, it does not grow much, and the arid landscape of the arid remisitizes me with the plains of Wyoming and New Zealand Tongariro. The rocky mountains were revealed as much as the eye and the villages and farms can be seen.

“The lake in front of the city is part of the electroma Dam,” said Everen. “Most people here are farmers, most of them are for the local market and potatoes.

After the first trail sign (it is really just a phone column that determines our first station), it was slightly settled and entered into a deep conversation about food with Patrice, one of the Amazon employees. She lived in the United States, so we discussed the quality of food in Peru against the United States. (I found food in Peru better because it was less treatment. It was difficult to agree.)

“All the foods you call Superfood and spend a lot of money on it, we only invite food. We have been eating it since the Inca times.”

While our way to arid EXPANSE was more mountainous, although the corridor follows what looks like the residues of the valley. The path began to be kindly down to the bottom, as trees and flowers began to appear, as well as the old walls of Incin and institutions for construction for a long time. Soon after, we encountered a deserted village often made of collapsed clay structures and straw roofs.

Such villages are common throughout the region, where people live the backbone of the subsistence. But when young people move to the cities, they die, and leave most structures in different cases of neglect. Everen said that only a few families remain in this society. The only people we saw all the time were two women in traditional clothes that sponsor some goats.

At the end of the village, we encountered what Evin described as an old guard, where we stopped to lunch near a small waterfall and saw it while the goat’s goats were grazing in front of us, we all enjoy our meals.

After we ate and made a vital discussion about the arrival of Westerners to Peru to attend the Ayahuasca ceremonies – and how they do not always merge the spiritual essence but we only want to rise – we followed the old input in the entrance to Ana that led to the last part of our flight to Hosoy Qosqo.

“This may have been a military guard,” Everen explained as we passed it and went down a series of steps to the valley. “Such structures were used to protect people inside the valley as well as tracking their numbers to ensure that they got enough food for everyone. Inca was great meters and took detailed census to ensure food supply.”

While we followed the path and the small river that grew up from our waterfall at lunch, I could only be drowned in joy. I was spending the best day of my entire trip to Peru. While Machu Picchu and The Trek were very special, this was much more. The scene was amazing, and it became a peek on rural life and traditional clothes, and we were the only people on the road, making the trip feel very distinctive.

Evern referred to the ancient horsecraft balconies when we split our way along the corridor, which expanded in the end, which gave us a vision of the beginning of the Holy Valley-which surprised me, because I did not notice that the “valley” was walking through suddenly I fell sharp. While I thought we were slowly going down to the mountain base, we were still thousands of feet away on the floor of the valley!

After staring at the valley, we continued through the balconies of Ancan who lined up on the walls of the mountains towards the Qosqo. I am always amazed at how to convert this place, adding in the underground irrigation paths and irrigation systems and stairs to move between the stands. The cultivated food here had fed the surrounding area as well as Qosqo.

We entered the destroyed city through an old gate. Little is known about Huchuy Qosqo, but according to the records we have, he was home to the Inca Ruler Ferkotha, who was denied here after his younger son, Pashkoti, won a decisive victory against rebel persons against his father.

After the battle, Pachacuti announced himself the king and his father spent his last days at Huchuy Qosqo, which was also one of the last settlements built with stone walls covered with mud (Paachacuti decided to start knowing today). After the collapse of the Inca Empire, it was eventually directed and used by the Spaniards, which destroyed most of the buildings in 1534.

Like the rest of the corridor, we were the only ones on the site alongside the guards. We didn’t stay long, because the site was not like the journey there, and I was tired and ready to return to CUSCO.

We gathered our street colleagues and began to go down to the bottom of the mountain, through a series of sharp switching operations that made a number on my knees to the actual bottom of the valley, where we chose our driver.

“What an incredible height!” I shouted at the ride.

While I was staring at the window in the villages of passers -by, I received a giant smile on my face. This height was my favorite experience that I went through in Peru, and with only two days staying in the country, I was satisfied with leaving a feeling as if I had to do something special.

How to rise to Hosoy Qosqo

You can go with a guide or alone, although I do not recommend the latter. Although you can easily take a taxi from CUSCO to the starting point and seize a bus again at the end point, it is difficult to find the corridor (and sometimes, especially in the beginning, it disappears) and there are absolutely no signs anywhere. Even in Huchuy Qosqo, there are no signs describing what you are looking for, the scene, or the date of the rubble. If you want any context, you will need evidence. Like Machu Picchu, I went with Amazon explorer.

NoteTake sunscreen! I went back to the burning hotel to brittle. Kroken is not even red as you were. I forgot to put a sunscreen because it was cloudy and rainy and did not feel the sun, but on this height, the ultraviolet rays are very strong and paid for them. Don’t be like me!