During my visit, I saw only about ten other tourists there, and from what I understand that was a busy day. The fact that there are very few annual visitors is a double-edged sword. It made the trip incredibly special and unique, since most of the time I was the only person within eyesight as I walked through Incan terraces and buildings. At the same time, the site lacked any real information on its history.
By 10:00 a.m. we were forced to get a move on to start our return trip. After stopping for lunch in Marampata, where I passed the wait time by playing with a hilarious little girl named Gisley, we started our final descent back down the hundreds of meters we had just climbed up the day before.
Day Three:
The final day was uneventful and without much to report. I spent the remaining part of the trail cruising along with two Peruvians with whom I had become friends the previous night, and I had a confusing Spanish-Portuguese conversation with a Brazilian guy that resulted in sharing chocholate.
Choquequirao was such an incredible experience that I've since decided to do the Salkantay Trek to Machu Picchu in two weeks! I'll report to you on that journey soon!
