Intiqa Hotel Puno

... than trying to do anything that was rational and respectful. But when you´re miserable and bored, silly pictures come about.<br><br>Tomorrow I will fly all the way to the Amazon basin and I will be in warm weather for one, but I will finally get a chance to catch up on everything. When you´re on a boat for three days straight, you can catch up oin reading, journaling, pictures and just plain sleeping and eating. Cannot wait. As long as I get on the plane and my ticket still isn´t messed up.

... it will have to be there wedding song lol and they danced there to it. Only a few of us left at this point and we went across the street to the discoteque . I met a girl from Texas who was a tour guide here and out with her group, she was telling me how cool of a job she has and that I should do it! <br>I think I need to become fluent in Spanish!! Thinking of going back to school for another class...<br>Anyway, so it was a great night and not such a great morning today, you know!

... and hats....we all looked very fetching and the dance was great fun, alhtough extremely hard at altitude and with a corset like belt so you could barely breathe!! <br>After breakfast, very yummy fried bread we left the island. Apparantly they want more visitors to come which is fair enough but it would kind of be a shame to spoil what is there.......Especailly after visiting the floating islands of Uros which although interesting is just a tourist operation now.<br>

... the menu and we had a few free coffees.<br><br>Mollies notes: Long bus rides are not fun. I kept thinking about the time reletive to where I could have driven in the US... I told Nate we need to space our bus time out more... <br><br>Back to the charango player - which is more perverse: a man who concludes that playing the charango at 6am and singing poorly at the top of his lungs is a good way to earn a living, or a bus company who believes that ...

Well, our first border crossing went pretty smooth: <br><br>Take exit paper to man in green army uniform, stamp, walk across 100 yard bridge, stand in line on left of room trying not to cough all over the place and get extradited for spreading germs, see non smiling she man behind desk who rams stamps down and bangs alot, get evil looks, take passport and get back on bus. Goodbye Bolivia, hello Peru!.<br><br>We got hankered by a cheesy fecker ...

... to the 2nd. Have to say, I never felt as though I was going to sink, but it´s not quite terra ferma, almost like when you´re about to start that one pint that´s going to be one pint too many, you think you´re steady on your feet but yet at the back of your mind there´s a little alarm bell going off to tell you that you´re not quite John Travving it on the dance floor anymore, if you know what i mean. The local chap had us eating the reeds, tastes a bit like an onion ...

... br><br> We then set off for another boat ride to visit one of the peninsulas which juts out into the lake where we had an amazing three course lunch and enjoyed the view over the lake before setting off back. In the evening we went out for dinner and bumped into two English people we met in New Zealand who were travelling too so we whiled away a few hours in a bar chatting with them which was nice.<br><br>On Thursday ...

... 00h every day<br><br> <br><br> <br><br> <br> <br><br> Group <br> 2 - 18:00-20:00h every day<br><br> <br><br> <br><br> The <br> first group had class from Monday through Friday 16.00-18.00h; the second group <br> from 18.00-20.00h. So I worked 20 hours per week in total. At $2.50 an hour, <br> and with free accommodation, this was enough for us to buy food and have a few <br> drinks every now and then, and save up enough extra cash to last us until ...