El Inti Backpacker Hostel
Travel Blogs from Puno
... that we could catch a ride to Cuzco on, so we left our hostel early on Sunday for the long ride. Unfortunately, it wasn't a smooth transfer. Our troubles started when we were dropped off at the wrong bus station. We were at the big bus station and not the local bus station. No worries, we just had to pay a little more to get to Juliaca. Once in Juliaca, we had trouble finding a taxi (what they don't run on Sundays?) and had to walk a bit until we found one. ...
... dynamited by grave robbers, while others were left unfinished.
... preparing a meal this way.
Eighty-four islands make up the community at the present time, with a population of maybe 2,000. Our tour guide for the day said that estimates are within ten years, there will be no one left on the islands, for once the younger generation gets a taste of mainland living, they are unwilling to commit to this sparse lifestyle. The shrinking gene ...
... size, get replaced, and more are created as the need arises (the islands are anchored to keep them from floating over to Bolivia).
The surface of the islands is uneven, thin, and it does feel like walking on a waterbed (to match her big, puffy hair-dos back in the 80's, DH had one of those waterbeds when I met her, and was now experiencing glassy-eyed flashbacks as we bobbed up and down). We debated staying on one of the floating islands overnight ...
... in a pretty big lake
but the tour spiel was overlong and boring as in 2 languages, so said sayonara
and went my own way – managed to see all the site not just the small bit
covered by the tour. Also the guide failed to visit some of the petroglyphs and
reliefs so tipped the guard a couple of soles to show me some of them – a fox,
butterfly and snake – the lizard and snail were featured in the tour.