Day 17 – Pisaq and pickpockets

So its been 10 days since Tom’s arrival and its already time to say goodbye to him! I know we were only on our own for a week before Tom joined us, but because we were moving around so quickly we’ve not had a chance to really get to know any other fellow travellers so I think we were both grateful for an addition to our group when Tom arrived. We saw Tom off around midday and he shared a taxi with the Swedish guy in our room who was going somewhere near the airport.

Today was also our last day in Peru and we still had time to use our 10 day tourist ticket so we decided to take a bus to Pisaq to see some ruins.  Again, we took the local bus but this time there were a couple of other tourists. When we got off the bus we had to take a taxi to the ruins as they were quite high up but then we would walk down. One of the other tourists approached us and asked if we would like to share a taxi with him. Of course we said yes, especially because he could negotiate the price IN SPANISH!! Bonus!! Turned out the guy was from Spain. He ended up hanging out with us the whole day. I can’t remember his name though.

The ruins at Pisaq were amazing. Again, I am astounded as to how these tiny little Incans could build such large constructions with such limited technology. The terraces and the architecture have been so well planned, incredible. We followed a bit of a loop and stopped off all the sites. One site was being excavated by archaeologists. Just think, if I hadn’t quit my archaeology degree, that could have been me!
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Incan terraces are a common sight in Peru. Here’s the one at Pisaq. What an amazing view!

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More terraces and a small ruin in the distance

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Not only do you get to see the ruins but you also get some breathtaking views!

On our way down back to the town we saw some breathtaking views. It was a really nice afternoon. When we arrived back into town it appeared as though we there was a bit of a queue for the bus. When the bus arrived, the conservative people in the line all turned into animals and surged onto the bus. There was no chance we were getting on that one!! So we had to wait for a minibus to come. Again, everyone scrambled to get in. The spanish guy managed to get a seat but me and John didn’t – I think we’re not use to being so aggressive! The spanish guy was really sweet and felt bad for us so he got off the bus and waited with us for the next vehicle to arrive. In the end, we managed to get a minibus back to Cusco but then the minibus dropped us off a little outside of the city so we ended up walking around for a while trying to get our orientation. Once we got near to the square, we said our goodbyes and me and John went looking for food!

There were street performers again so more crowds. We tried to cross the road but each side was lined with crowds. I, being quite petite managed to squeeze through rather quickly, but when I turned around, all I could see was John holding the backpack with both his arms trying to push through the crowd. I looked at him and the only thing I could think of was that this was the perfect opportunity for him to get pickpocketed. As soon as he pushed through the crowd, I just said “check your pockets”. His wallet was missing, along with his driving licence, $30 and ALL his cards including the credit card that Tom had brought over for him as it had arrived after we left. Slightly deflated, we found some chicken and rice on the street and ate that before heading back to the hostel to call the banks….via Skype! Its at times like these when I feel that maybe a phone would have come in handy, especially when the hostel has a crappy Internet connection.

So moral of the story, don’t keep ALL your cards in one place! And lucky for him, he isn’t travelling alone! So at least we can get by with just my cards.

About Julia Chan

I’m Julia and I've just returned from the adventure of my life. I went travelling around South America, the South Pacific and South East Asia for 12 months, and I'd do it all over again if I could! Julia on Google+
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