Sadly Macchu Pichu is still closed, but we came to Cuzco anyway as there are lots of other Inca ruins here and in the nearby Sacred Valley to explore, such as the brilliantly named Saqsaywaman with it's pitch black tunnels, 70 tonne stone walls, and altars with carved channels to deliver the sacrificial blood to Paccha Mama, or Mother Earth.
Our route here followed the river that caused the Macchu Pichu train-line to be washed away, and we saw examples of the devastation it caused - small clusters of blue plastic temporary shelters next to damaged and crumbling homes, either being repaired or just bulldozed completely to start anew.
We're still nearly 4km above sea-level, and the Peruvian rainy season is clinging on tenaciously. Most days start dry and warm, but turn wet and chilly by late afternoon. The locals are all wrapped up in puffa jackets and boots, while we're wearing most of our clothes at once and dodging showers in flip-flops and shorts. But where in England would you get sun-burned on a grey, overcast and rainy day?
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