It never
rains. But there is so much restoration there is little original
left. Inside the temple is the original square bath(?) made good
and tight of shaped stone. It holds muddy water with fish
flopping now and then.
I suggested driving to the big Inca ruins--about like I'd suggest
driving to Shawnee Mound near Wingate--but it is considerably
over 1,000 kilometers from here, eight or nine thousand feet up
in the mountains toward Bolivia. You either take a train, which
is a very hard ride, or go by plane. In any event, it takes about
a week if you want to see any considerable part of the ruins--
there is something about plane schedules that interferes. And so,
I shall never get to see the great big Inca ruins.
We were introduced to a young lady who was born right at the big
Inca ruins. This young lady, who has lived here since she was
seven, has a father who manufactures some kind of the finest of
all fine wools, I think up there at the ruins. Anyway, he goes
back and forth about every 15 days. Our young lady herself has
found some minor pieces of Inca stuff. Her father has found many.
And her grandpa got pretty well off finding and peddling Inca
stuff, like Mutiny's Grandpa Wells did making and peddling wheat
fans at black market prices.
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