The destination for our day trip was the village of Sibambe, at the foot of the mountain we so laboriously came down. We were given an hour to buy snacks or handicrafts or watch the costumed dancers go through their paces. There were horses and llamas one could mount and be photographed wearing a campesino hat. There was even a mirador (viewpoint) and museum for those who felt like ascending about a hundred steps. (I myself did not.)
I just looked up at the mountain we had just descended and marveled at the ingenuity of those 19th century engineers who built the line:
Tomorrow, I will upload a video of the Nariz Del Diablo train departing from the sation at Alausi.