After the hard day before that had taken us from Cuzco to Machu Picchu along the complicated route of Santa María and the impact of contemplating those dreamed ruins, we were dead.
While we waited for the train that would take us from Aguas Calientes to Ollantaitambo we had coffee at one of the town's premises. Bitter tasting and thick, it reminded me a lot of coffee made in Turkey. As a coffee grower, I needed that dose after so many weeks without trying gout. However, after getting used to it for a month, I would not exchange the delicious Peruvian infusions for any coffee in the world.