After Brad and I finished our trek through the Cordilleras, we went to the beach for New Years then returned to Cusco. We spent a few days wandering the streets of the city and visting coffee shops, preparing for our next adventure: downhill mountain biking.
We took a colectivo to the beautiful Sacred Valley and stayed at a hostal in the town of Ollantaytambo. From our room, we had a view of the Incan military fort perched on the hillside. Our timing also proved to be very lucky because we happened to be in the town during the time of their four-day festival that happens once a year. During all times of the day, every day, for four days, people were singing and dancing, blowing on horns, banging on drums or lighting off fireworks. The cultural aspect was beautiful to see. One day we watched what appeared to be a dance battle from a balcony in the main square and on another afternoon we sat on an Incan terrace to watch a bullfight.
While we weren´t busy with the festivities, we were with Jose, our local downhill guide. We were driven up to 14,000 ft mountain passes then mounted our bikes and dropped down into some of the craziest trails. This far surpassed any biking I had previously done, We rode through small villages, past running baby llamas and down incredible valleys and on roads where cows sat, munching on grass.
We took a colectivo to the beautiful Sacred Valley and stayed at a hostal in the town of Ollantaytambo. From our room, we had a view of the Incan military fort perched on the hillside. Our timing also proved to be very lucky because we happened to be in the town during the time of their four-day festival that happens once a year. During all times of the day, every day, for four days, people were singing and dancing, blowing on horns, banging on drums or lighting off fireworks. The cultural aspect was beautiful to see. One day we watched what appeared to be a dance battle from a balcony in the main square and on another afternoon we sat on an Incan terrace to watch a bullfight.
While we weren´t busy with the festivities, we were with Jose, our local downhill guide. We were driven up to 14,000 ft mountain passes then mounted our bikes and dropped down into some of the craziest trails. This far surpassed any biking I had previously done, We rode through small villages, past running baby llamas and down incredible valleys and on roads where cows sat, munching on grass.
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