puno
The border crossing into Peru was one of the worst. Not scary or inefficient (all South American border crossing are) as such but rank filthy. Absolutely dreadful. I wasn´t even tempted to have my shoe shined despite gathering around myself scores of suitors. My reputation preceded me obviously.
On the way to Puno we stopped at an isolated spot on the edge of Lake Titicaca for lunch. Puno lies on the edge of the lake. Naturally a random dog turned up to observe proceedings. Lake Titicaca is South America's largest freshwater lake at 8300 square km. At 3821m above sea level, it is the highest commercially navigable Lake in the world. The western part of the Lake belongs to the Puno region of Peru, and the eastern side is located in the Bolivian La Paz department. More on this in the next post.
Puno itself is a small town that flourishes on tourism, primarily to gringo´s wanting to see Lake Titicaca and its islands. We stayed one night before venturing out into the lake. That night was spent wolfing down Alpaca meat and drinking much Pisco. All to the sight of traditional song and dance. Later I headed off for a little pub crawl which I found highly enjoyable. Yes, a tourist I am but it was nice to find bars that resembled in some way bars back home rather than sitting like a sado in a restaurant. I ended up in some dodgy nightclub that night. Lovely girls!!
In my drunken revelry, I actually was considering extending the organised tour thing to Quito in Ecuador. You see, I am payed up to Lima but I figured, in my drunken goodwill to all mankind mindset, that it probably wasn´t such a bad thing being confined to a yellow truck for hours on end, condemned to an ardous schedule and being expected to work too. So I asked the tour guide to investigate the additional cost. I know that the following morning at 6am, in the freezing cold, sitting on a boat for three hours while traversing lake Titicaca and inhaling lungfuls of petrol fumes that I was starting to reconsider this idea. But If they give me a good price....we´ll see.
On the way to Puno we stopped at an isolated spot on the edge of Lake Titicaca for lunch. Puno lies on the edge of the lake. Naturally a random dog turned up to observe proceedings. Lake Titicaca is South America's largest freshwater lake at 8300 square km. At 3821m above sea level, it is the highest commercially navigable Lake in the world. The western part of the Lake belongs to the Puno region of Peru, and the eastern side is located in the Bolivian La Paz department. More on this in the next post.
Puno itself is a small town that flourishes on tourism, primarily to gringo´s wanting to see Lake Titicaca and its islands. We stayed one night before venturing out into the lake. That night was spent wolfing down Alpaca meat and drinking much Pisco. All to the sight of traditional song and dance. Later I headed off for a little pub crawl which I found highly enjoyable. Yes, a tourist I am but it was nice to find bars that resembled in some way bars back home rather than sitting like a sado in a restaurant. I ended up in some dodgy nightclub that night. Lovely girls!!
In my drunken revelry, I actually was considering extending the organised tour thing to Quito in Ecuador. You see, I am payed up to Lima but I figured, in my drunken goodwill to all mankind mindset, that it probably wasn´t such a bad thing being confined to a yellow truck for hours on end, condemned to an ardous schedule and being expected to work too. So I asked the tour guide to investigate the additional cost. I know that the following morning at 6am, in the freezing cold, sitting on a boat for three hours while traversing lake Titicaca and inhaling lungfuls of petrol fumes that I was starting to reconsider this idea. But If they give me a good price....we´ll see.
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