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Off the Rails

Back when I was a humble backpacker, scribbling my way through South America, I earned some empanada money by writing for Christian Aid’s Pressureworks website.

Two months ago, a few thousand thermal-clad tourists were trapped at Aguas Calientes (translation: Hot waters – yes, they were stuck in hot water) due to landslids around Macchu Picchu. The tourists had to be airlifted out of the town, as the train line was out of action as a result.

The same company runs the train to and from Macchu Picchu, the access to the site itself and the biggest hotel at the site, which is, of course, Peru’s biggest tourist attraction by some distance. That company is the Orient Express Company. Nice little monopoly if you can get it.

While I was over there I wrote about how said train company cancelled a train to Aguas Calientes on the day we happened to be there. The locals of a neighbouring town planned to use the train to take their protest to Macchu Picchu that day. Their protest concerned a road project that was halted inexplicably, which would have linked their town to Macchu Picchu. Doing so would have allowed the town compete with Aguas Calientes as an alternate route on the Inca trail, and would have broken the monopoly of the Orient Express company on travel to and from Peru’s biggest tourist draw. But rather than have noisy protest about their monopoly on their doorstep, they used their monopoly to stop the protest from getting to their doorstep. Convenient.

The only way out of Santa Teresa and across the river when we were there was a precarious bucket-on-a-high-wire affair. Or, in the case of landslide, by helicopter. It would be glib to say this was karma in action, when the livelihoods of so many in the valleys around Macchu Picchu rely on the tourist dollar.

The article is here (in jpeg format, until I can OCR the sucker). The pic is my own, by the way. Just to prove that I was there to witness the fact that there were people waiting to get on that train that never came.

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Butch, Sundance & Cynthia

Beginning of day one of horse trek: Happy face. End of day two of horse trek: Sorry arse. This is the story of a silken-assed young city boy, the ghosts of some famous cowboys, and a feisty ride called Cynthia. (Sounds like a night in Coppers).

Sunday Business Post, September 23, 2007

There’s a certain comfort in some of life’s old reliables, the things you can count on staying the same when all else goes haywire. Yesterday will always be better value than today, and night will always follow day. In the travel world, backpackers will always blindly follow the highlights list in the front of guidebooks but claim they’re trailblazing pioneers.

Most of the trails in the world were well blazed long ago, of course, but a few still lie relatively unbeaten and not far from the main bottlenecks in South America’s backpacking logjam. Notorious highwaymen Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid hit them in the early 1900s when they hung up their outlaw spurs in search of an honest life. They didn’t want to settle somewhere well signposted, so they headed for the isolated plains of Bolivia. read more »