The sacred valley

Yesterday V. had offered to take me to a wedding in the Urubamba Valley. But first she took me to her house where I waited in her sisters room until she had dressed. I was then shoved into a taxi and taken to another taxi in which some other people where already seated. I didn't really understand what was going on but then gathered that this was our means of transport to the little Town of Urubamba. After some ten minutes more people entered the car and we finally left. Our driver was the taxi driver from hell. He was very good at speeding and hooting but his real speciality was overtaking very slowly whilst driving uphill or before a hairpin bend. My co-passengers were all very unperturbed by his antics (quite unlike most of the cars on the opposite site of the road) and within 15 minutes I was the only one awake. I can't say that I particularly enjoyed the ride but at least it was educational. When we arrived at Urubamba I was shoved into a riksha-like motorized vehicle in which we got very cold as we pottered up the road for another 10 minutes. We arrived at the registry and found that wedding guests, bride and groom were all standing on the square because the ceremony had just finished. They were entering a broken-looking little bus into which I was swiftly shoved, too. I was then told we were going back to Urubamba and then to Cuzco. So after a quite rocky ride in this bus which had absolutely no suspension we changed into a very comfortable bus back to Cuzco in which I was lulled to sleep by cheesy andean tunes until we arrived back at V.s house where I was shoved into another taxi and finally driven to my current abode. I feel pleased that I now know a whole lot more about peru's public transport system.