Day five started a little later than the rest of the week. We knew everyone was getting tired, so we took the morning a little slower and made our way up to Machu Picchu to take pictures and just walk around at our own pace to see what we wanted. We walked up to the top where the guard shack is located. It was a stop on the Inca trail. Then we took a short hike to the Inca bridge. It was a 40 minute walk to the bridge and back. And well worth the little hike. Plus it was very doable for a 4 year old. And we all loved the things to see along the way. After the hike we just wandered and looked and took more pictures. After close to 3 hours it started to sprinkle. We debated to stay or go and decided we would hop on the bus back down to Aguas Calientes.
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| The first day there weren't a lot of clouds after 10am or so, but this day there were clouds drifting around most of the time we were there. We loved that we got to see these two different days. |
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| Easton wasn't looking at the camera at all..until...the llamas! After that, all was well. |
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| To the left and back is the Inca bridge. |
So glad we did that...we found a place to eat lunch and as we were sitting there, the rain started to come down in buckets. So we had a nice long lunch, went to the market to look around for awhile, and then it was time to board the train again to head up to Cusco. It was fairly uneventful, until the last 5 minutes when Easton woke up saying his stomach hurt. Lucky for us, I kind of thought he might throw up, so we got a bag, were he threw up with no mess. Then we got our stuff and headed to the entrance of the train station and got ourselves a taxi for the 30 minute drive to our hotel.
And here is where another miracle begins for our family.
We loaded up into the taxi. Mark and Easton in the front seat and the rest of us in the back (in South America there is a different view of fitting into a car and at this point we took what we could). So we had gotten another barf bag, just in case, so Mark had it, but when Easton threw up the second time in the taxi, it was really dark and all did not end well. So the taxi pulled over, and Mark, Easton, and I got out of the car. We cleaned up as best as possible and then got back in and went to the hotel. Unfortunately I had opened the backpack in the car to get wipes out and stuff and in the process a few things fell out, I thought I had gotten everything, but when we got to the hotel, I realized I had everything, but Mark's wallet. So we worried, we cancelled cards, worried some more, said many prayers. But really we figured it was gone. We had no idea what the number or company of the taxi was, it was late, dark, and we had a sick kid. So we prayed we had an honest taxi driver. And first thing in the morning, our honest taxi driver showed up at our hotel. A miracle, almost unheard of, thank you! thank you! taxi driver and God for hearing our prayers.