Our first surprise of the day was at the bus
station where we were told that the Royal Class bus we had booked seats
on would be replaced by a slightly less luxurious one. However, we were
told, it would be about the same standard so `No hay problema`... It
turned out that the bus was less adapted to the altitude than we were
and had to keep stopping on its way up the mountainside. Gusts of steam
spewed out of the back of the bus, caused by the overheating of the
engine. Inside the bus, there was condensation on the windows and we
worried that we would die of carbon monoxide poisoning! The other worry
was that the bus would finally give up the ghost and we would get stuck
somewhere on a cold, snowy mountain pass at 5000 m.
Finally, after 7 hours (not 5 as we had been told), the bus arrived in
Puno (3800 m). This was the rainy season and, sure enough, it was
pouring. We booked in to the pleasant – and warm – Hostal Hacienda where
they gave us a good low-season discount. Then we dined at the Incabar
where the dishes were most creative. Flemming ate alpaca with whisky
while I enjoyed chicken with papaya and ginger.
19 January The day dawned bright and sunny, perfect for our morning boat
ride on Lake Titicaca. Since time was limited, we hired a boatman to
take us to the nearby Islas Flotantes made of reeds where the Uros
people now make a living from tourists and fishing (in that order).
Whether these people still actually sleep on the islands is doubtful,
but at least we got to talk to some of them and learnt how they used to
live. Our young guide, Edi, told us they not only used the reed (or
chullo) for building islands and boats but would eat the core of it.
He then took us for a short ride on a reed and balsa boat.
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Leaving Puno for the floating islands
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