The town of Urubamba is small, but filled with quirky surprises. The hotel concierge provided us with a map and kindly pointed out the one place we could buy bottled water with a credit card. We became frequent visitors of said gas station (see above map).
Most of the roads are narrow and questionably paved. There does not appear to be any perceptible rules of traffic. Cars drive and people walk, hopefully not at the same time and not in the same place. There also doesn’t appear appear to be a concept of one-way versus two-way traffic. Basically, if a driver wants to go down a particular road, he just goes. We found this terribly confusing, but when in Urubamba…
The houses are tiny, and many are falling apart. The citizens look overwhelmingly tired, but persistent. We were amazed by their ability to carry everything on their backs, from their children, to packages, to grass.
Even in its smallest and poorest towns, Peru remains a country of color. Whether it’s the bright textiles they sell, or the bright blue and red doorways, or the random murals on street walls, they embrace color as a way of life. And so did we.
After a short stroll, we made our way to the market, where you can purchase all sorts of fruits, vegetables, meats, nuts and grains — some you didn’t even know existed. The children run around while the parents (usually the mothers) hawk their products.