We met a girl from Germany while we were waiting in line, and chatted her up for an hour while we waited for the busses. Her boyfriend was actually hiking straight up the mountain and meeting her at the top. We hopped on seperate busses and, as with most encounters of that kind, figured we'd said goodbye for the first and last time simultaneously. Turns out that assumption was wrong. We met up with them later in the ruins under some shelter waiting out a really heavy downpour and then again in Ollantay at the train station, all of us looking for a collectivo (shared taxi). They are on a one-full-year trip around the world and were half way through, having finished most of the Eastern hemisphere, and were now taking on the Americas. We ended up sharing a two hour collectivo to Cuzco and may meet up with them in Seattle as their world tour has them in the area in September. Small small world.
The pic is of a horse we saw while in the taxi together. No pic of our actual friends the "Germans," but a memory shared nonetheless.
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