Our last day in Cuzco was the day of the national census. To our aston­ish­ment, everything was closed. We had planned to get a bus to Maras, a taxi to Moray and then a bus back to Chinchero for the Sunday market. With no buses run­ning, we ended up con­vin­cing a lovely taxi driver named Juan to take us all the way (it’s about an hour and a half drive) for 50 soles (a reg­ular taxi trip in town is about 3).

As we drive out of the city, we end up in breath­tak­ingly beau­tiful coun­tryside. Juan tells us that his pueblo is nearby and we stop with a friend of his for a jack. The moun­tains ahead of us are covered in snow. The day is crisp and clear. 

When we get to Moray, it’s amazing. We’ve seen so many ruins, but this is entirely dif­ferent. This was the Incan agri­cul­tural lab — rings of ter­ra­cing with a 30 meter drop from top to bottom but with a more than 15 degree drop Celsius. The Incas used it to test what crops could be grown at what alti­tudes. We are standing in a 600-year old sci­entific labor­atory and it’s an awe­some concept.

Chinchero turns out to be a lovely vil­lage which would be quiet and serene if it wasn’t for the clamor and push of the market folks demanding we look at their items instead of someone else’s. We buy various gifts for various friends and family.

Then it’s back to Cuzco, an early night for a plane at 7.15am, the day in Lima, first at the art gal­lery (excel­lent) and then more trinket shop­ping. Last stop, the bones of the Span­iard invaders under the church, just to fill in time, then a mid­night flight back to the US.

All in all, a won­derful, won­derful hon­ey­moon, and one we’ll remember for a very long time.

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: Check out this stuff on quantum physics and con­scious­ness. I think you’ll appre­ciate.