The next day we got on a bus to Cuzco. After driving in rubble for a couple of hours (which is really bumpy!) because the road was being redone,
a stretch of tarmac brought us to the highest point of our journey at 4,150m. We got out to stretch our legs, take some photos of the mountains and grab some snacks. Some of the kids from the area had a small business going, dressed in traditional clothes holding lambs (it's spring in Peru) and llamas, charging 1 sol for photos. We obviously took up the opportunity for some photos with the animals, including a ridiculously fluffy llama that was totally unfussed and indifferent to the gang of tourists descending on him.

 



We got back on the bus and arrived in Cuzco in the late afternoon. Then we discovered our hotel was up a long load of stairs (Cuzco is built in a valley, although it has spread up the nearby hillsides) and a road too narrow for our bus. Much groaning and hauling later, we reached the hotel. We checked in and then went to meet our group. Our guide walked us to the main square, passing some still remaining Inca walls that are incorporated into today's buildings. The stones are all perfectly carved to slot into their neighbours and no cement or the like was ever used to hold them in place. Nobody knows how the Incas carved the stones so perfectly and it's hard to believe how they got them there from the quarries considering that although a very advanced people, the Inca never discovered the wheel.