Don’t think I’ve ever participated in a Pegman so late but there you go. In my efforts to help this challenge stay alive, late is good, right?
Today Pegman treks down to the Andes for a stroll through Cusco in central Peru. Once the capital of the Inca Empire, Cusco is now known for its archaeological remains and Spanish colonial architecture. Remember to breathe… the elevation is 11,000 feet.
Stroll around until you find a picture that grabs you and write 150 words. When you’re done, click on the froggy below to link your story and comment on others.
Pachacuti looked on from the beyond in disgust. It is the end of us. The great and powerful Inca are no more. Those savage Spanish heathens – they dare call themselves conquistadors – have destroyed all that we are, that we built. That I built. My empire.
He watched as Atahualpa, the last Sapa Inca, was murdered despite the ransom agreed upon. The fool! 80,000 men at his disposal and yet he was ambushed by one man, Hernando Pizzaro.
My beautiful Temple of the Sun, built with the finest ashlar masonry. I wanted it to be more, so I had the sides plated with 700 sheets of gold for each of the gods: Inti (Sun), Killa (Moon), Chaska (Stars) and Illapa (Thunder/Lightning/Rainbow); the garden, adorned with silver and gold life-sized statues.
For what? To take all the treasures, destroy it and build an ugly church to pray to their supposed better god.