Cuzco - Cachora - Cuzco - Iquique - Maria Elena - Antofagasta
My Southern short nights are now very far, it's dark around 18 hours here in Cusco and it was thought at the end the world in a city whose name is a dream ... Take a bus early Saturday soiré keep this sad side to perfection. Neon mini bus bringballant gives everyone pallid complexions, we're constantly jostled by potholes. And here I am only three weeks after company, Claire and Matthew are en route to Lima. 
The trek to Choquequirao, although frankly sports worth it, we arrived after a morning walk well on the site where we were only 5 guests. While certainly not worth the ruins of Machu Picchu but those such calm and knowing that there is under our feet again 55% of the site clearing creates a particular emotion. Walking on paths cleared and just know that 2 meters beside, this vegetation is probably impenetrable walls supporting deck or entire buildings, and the thrill of the archaeologist in full discovery crosses your back. And then the Incas did not choosed the sites at random, again the scenery around us was breathtaking, waterfalls gigantic cayon unfathomable, snowy mountain range ... And Choquequirao is the unforgettable memory of the nap in the grass amid the ruins and in the shadow of this little tree, not a sound for an hour, it is really far from Machu. 
Then we leave Cachora small village in the Cordillera, wonderful simplicity and authenticity - it changes from Cuzco - after a nice ride on horseback at the time or disperse the fog, finally suggesting the snowy mountain range in glorious sunshine. is the departure of the amigos, Claire returns to Nantes, Matthew continues in northern Peru and Benoit must come down without too much drag to Santiago in a few days, a plane waiting for him there.
But the trip of a trait have no interest, you understand my love of slow ...
I took a long time appointment with the famous starry nights Atacama but for several days preparing something for me to spoil the show shot on set ... No matter anyway the rest of my time do not leave me much choice in the date and it is therefore decided I go buy my bus ticket to the driest desert in the world ... My first job will be to convince the bus ticket seller that I know where I go and I want a ticket good for Maria Elena, a small mining town lost in the desert
- "Are you really sure?"
arrived in late afternoon I drop the rather unique atmosphere of this small village before venturing into the desert in search of a place or camping ... good can not imagine my tent in the midst of gentle sand dunes for miles from any sign of life. Since my bivouac I still see the village and all that part of the desert seems to have been one day return Bulldozer in the hope of finding the precious saltpeter. quickly at night and just as I had calculated (Without too much credit was easy to count up to 28) the disturbing element appeared, the stars may be few to meet you .. . It is a beautiful full moon rising in the east, the whiteness and brightness exaggerated, as if to tease me to come see the stars tonight. Needless to say jai seen so many stars that if I spent the whole night with his nose in the air on the Paris of the same name.
The fresh desert night, they have held for their cons promise but 3 minutes after sunrise, I was dying of heat already in my little orange tent.
I took over the Pan American and we've been through these ghost villages so that there is even more son hanging from power poles, over windows and windows in the distant facilities and rusted skeletons of abandoned mine . A few kilometers later I passed the Tropic of Capricorn, en route to the south this time.
After tomorrow I should return to the first camping trip at the foot of Aconcagua, near Santiago and I have a visit scheduled with Metro de Santiago Pablo, met here five months in the deep south, a few nights in Valparaiso and ... completion of travel. Epilogue
adventure next Sunday night ...
Photo 1: there are still some small issues to resolve, but Choquequirao label is worth a visit, consider the mine rather admiring of Matthew (photo 2). On the third picture you can see in the disorder, terraces, doors and home Inca and the little left corner of the main square, this small tree that has hosted our nap in the lush background that explains the 13 year remaining work to clear the site. Finally, photo 4, no no it's not my photo that is what this village is no weird! Maria Elena (mining village inhabited) in the morning rush hour.
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