July 3, 2003 |
When you walk into the ruins of the Inca retreat of Machu Picchu in Peru, the first sensation is of being overwhelmed. You want to sit and gaze, to make sure nothing of this astonishing scene escapes you. Clouds huddle the Andes. The mountain Huayna Picchu rises above, ready to swat away anything that threatens. About 2,000 feet below you, the Urubamba River churns through a sliver of a canyon. Off to one side are terraces that once were filled with crops.
September 12, 2000 |
A 1,000-pound crane being used to help film a beer commercial toppled over, damaging a stone sundial in Peru's Inca ruins of Machu Picchu, officials said. The Intihuatana sundial is a granite block carved into the peak of the mountain where Machu Picchu lies, about 310 miles southeast of the capital, Lima. A jutting edge of the sundial was chipped off Friday when the crane fell. The commercial was being shot by U.S. ad agency J. Walter Thompson for Peruvian beer company Cervesur.
February 4, 2006 |
Peru has closed the Inca Trail that leads to Machu Picchu, South America's greatest tourist attraction, for a month of maintenance, authorities said. The 40-mile trail, which links the city of Cusco to the Inca citadel and 12 other archeological sites in the forested mountains, will be reopened March 1. Machu Picchu remains open to tourists and is accessible by train from Cusco.
July 29, 1988 |
So far as I know, we were eating at the only Peruvian restaurant in Lawndale, and so the two dedicated dentists were telling us about their expedition to Peru. They'd been through the part about setting up the dental clinic and seeing the Inca ruins. They'd just gotten to the pink-skinned porpoises when the dish of fried plantain arrived. "Aha," said a dedicated dentist, spearing some plantain with a fork. "Fried bananas. This is Peru to me."
May 10, 2000 |
After visitors behold the splendors of this mountaintop citadel, after they pile back into the tourist bus with its aroma of sunscreen and automotive exhaust, the goodbye ritual begins. As the aging bus rumbles and grumbles down a steep dirt road with 14 switchbacks, an indigenous boy races the vehicle down the mountainside. The boy gives a tribal whoop and plunges into the underbrush. He dashes periodically across the road during the half-hour ride, then climbs aboard the bus at the end.
February 20, 2000 |
I could barely contain my excitement as the train ground to a halt at Kilometer 88. I expected to see the Andes towering gloriously above us, hinting at the secrets of the lost city of the Incas. From the window of the antiquated rail car, I could see dogs and chickens running loose-- but no sign of those picture-postcard peaks. Clearly we were in the middle of nowhere, and I wondered whether this was the right place. But my traveling companion, Kevin Cadle, seemed sure.