At the heights of Marcahuasi, I'm going to tell you the truth, all of the truth. The waiting, waiting for the day and the hour when we find ourselves in the hut, the amphitheatre, in Cachu-Cachu, or the fortress ...
I first arrived at the sacred mountain in the 1980s, caught by the stories spread by Daniel Ruzo. But hearing those stories was different to actually being there, and those differences and the experiences that I lived in the flesh during those trips ... they will define what I will be sharing with you all in this journey.
Suddenly to see yourself in this enigmatic countryside, your imagination transports you to past eras, and a rain of questioning seizes you ... these are the silent people of Marcahuasi that oblige you to return here many times, many many times.
If you were the lifelong visitor to Marcahuasi, you would understand that every time that you arrive at the plateau you will discover something new. It's not clear if it's the rock formations, or the shadows, or the effect of the light but there is something that traps you, enchants you. The stunning magnetism that the mountain emanates makes you forget the harshness of the journey and what you endure to get there, and aids you in understanding the many visitors with different backgrounds, the eccentric, the opportunistic, ...
I consider myself a lover of Marcahuasi. I respect its rocks, its dry-stone walls, and its people, and this is a feeling that I learned through more than 80 visits that I have made, and that I continue making to this day.
Finally I want you to appreciate and understand this place, to ignite that spark of imagination, it's the most pure contact possible between man and nature, your God, and something more. This isn't a eulogy to this place, it's a truth that lies in wait for you. It's a shout for freedom that you will find in Marcahuasi.
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