I arrived at Ollantaytambo in the afternoon of a Saturday after a tour of the Sacred Valley and before I was taken to the hotel. I could have climbed up to the summit of this fortress, like everybody did, but it did not make much sense to be spending all that energy to see the town below or the constructions at the top. There are many and more phenomenal such constructions — Bolivia, Ecuador, Mexico, Egypt. As far as I am concerned, the jury is still out regarding the issue of who built them and with what technology. I sat on a boulder alone, meditated and, as I usually do, “tested” the energy frequency of the place. It did not have a pleasant vibration. The qi felt “sticky” and impure. Although I did not know it at the time, I presumed there was a bloody engagement here. The air carried the memory of a long bloody struggle from the past. I learned later that there was an extended battle that ended in a massacre of the natives by the soldiers of Hernando Pizarro in the 16th century.
These are the remaining photos of the place from my Canon Powershot A-2500. The others were in the Canon G12 Powershot that was lost in a Lima hotel. I did not have the time to walk downtown. When we passed it, i saw the old houses and the irrigation system. I would like to see the place next time around. Perhaps stay for a day or two. As well, I would like to return to the Sacred Valley. There were several places there that fascinated me … basically small towns and villages that seemed to promise a good energy. I stayed at the Sonesta Hotel, a 300-year old former convent that looked like a Spanish or Mexican hacienda — 2-story dormitories, red brick roofs, flower gardens, a chapel — bordered on 3 sides by green mountains. Because of the tight schedule, there wasn’t really much time to saunter — Saint Terre?- – anywhere.