This next bit I’ll tell in pictures. One, because I haven’t written about it in my diary. And two, because the pictures almost speak for themselves.
The descent on Day 3 was pretty wonderful. Like all descents, moods were significantly brighter, steps significantly spritelier and spirits markedly improved.
We learnt about various green things, the only one of which I listened to being the tree of many layers:
Peeling tree, much like my nose.
The views down were brilliant. We stopped to take pictures where possible, and once again that distant (or not so distant) run of water.
Walking with the clouds
The group
For all my grumbles, A. was actually a good man at heart.
We saw some more left over ruins:
And met eye to eye with mother nature:
Before reaching our lunch time spot:
Resting in the sun
Trout farm. Catch a fish…
Wack it.
Return to Ollantaytambo.
With some chilling time at the train station:
The scenic train
A genuinely not staged photo of the group trying to figure out B’s card tricks!
Quite right.
Tiny Indian Girl Up A Mountain 