With the Lake Titicaca adventure behind us, it was time to make our return home to the Sacred Valley to do some laundry. It used to be that the only way to travel between Cusco and Puno was on the famous Andean Rail line, extending all the way from Puno to near the base of Machu Picchu. A road has since been built to connect the two cities, but the train service remains as a tourist option. Mel really wanted to give the girls their first actual train experience but, at a price much higher than the more popular bus option, I was against the idea. Melissa and I had ridden many, many filthy old trains across Europe and Thailand, and I was picturing a long day of rattling down the rail in some uncomfortable second hand Euro-reject trying to keep the girls from strangling each other. Given the cheaper option of the luxury bus ride that had previously proven itself quite comfy and adequate, it took some coaxing to persuade this champion cheapskate to take the train.
But, hats off to Melissa! Little did I know that she had landed us in the lap of luxury for the day! Who cares that our clothes needed washing and we smelled like vagrants? We were hanging with rich tourists in plush antique opulence! It was all I could do to keep my pinkie extended and my thumb out of my nose, but we somehow managed to look high class.
(It sounds a little like a mandolin.)
The girls spend much of the balance of the train ride coloring, listening to music, or in screen-mode. Hopefully they got some school work done, although I have my doubts.
|Riding through the mountains got me scheming about our next backcountry adventure.|
|And I can't help thinking that NHP might be contemplating her next river trip. |
I absolutely love this photo.