An offering of coca leaves in the underworld.
On the chair of the high Incan priests. Bow before me Cusco, lest I unleash the terrible vengeance of the gods. For at the end of a chess game, the king and pawn go back into the same box.
Speaking of endings, we couldn’t climb on this. Not because it’s an ancient ruin, but because the week before, on a rainy day, someone had fallen off this structure, cracked their head open and died. This site has seen a lot of death over the years.