Cuzco...

I think the last time I updated I was in Puno...needless to say a lot has happened since then.

I´ll start from where I left off, I wrote about the Colca Canyon tour, which was still in Arequipa.

After getting back from the Canyon tour Em and I met a nice British boy who decided to come to Puno with us. After a bus ride in which our supposedly ¨nice¨bus broke down on the side of the road we made it to Puno all safe and sound. Puno is high, very high, even higher than Cuzco which says a lot. Needless to say we felt the altitude, Emily more than me. She ended up getting sick but let me just say that the quality of doctor care here is oh about 10 times better than in the U.S. of A. The doctor came to our hostel, gave Emily oxygen and listened to her, actually took into account what she was saying, didn´t freak out and helped her, if only we got that back home. But thankfully enough, Emily was mostly fine and fine enough to go on the floating island tour.

The floating islands in Lake Titicaca (pardon my spelling, I´m not sure if that is right or not and I´m too lazy to check) were...interesting. I thought it was really interesting to see the way the islands were made and how people lived on them, but I´m not sure if people actually lived the way they wanted us to believe. It was more than interesting to see how the islands were made; it is a process which invloves sandbar type things, and lots of reeds all piled up on each other. It was a great experience, it was beautiful, but all things considered, it felt like floating island disneyland. Completly made for tourism, once again, interesting, beautiful, but I still have mixed feelings about it. As part of the tour, we went from the floating islands to a real island. The real island was beautiful, we got to see the end of a wedding ceremony, eat omlettes, climb down about 500 stairs, talk to a family from the bay area, and catch up on our sleep (the boat ride was LONG).

I would say more about Puno, but that is really all I need to say, the floating islands were the highlight and probably one of the only reasons people go into Puno. Well, people go into Puno because it is the way into Bolivia, but this trip we are only sticking to Peru. After all that, we get to Cuzco, which is where I could get lost.

I was talking to the British boy and he said that he talked to a few people who accidently spent two months in Cuzco. After spending a few days in Cuzco I can easilly see how that could happen. After spending nearly a week in Cuzco with Emily and Luke (the British boy finally recieves a name, huzzah) I don´t want to leave. (Despite the fact I´m writing this from Aguas Callienties, once again with the spelling, too lazy, forgive me)

Cuzco is amazing, Cuzco is where anyone could get lost. Until then, I´m paying a lot for this internet and it´s time to go. I will update when I can.

And by the way, I´m home soon, more on that later.