2 Days on the Island
Trip Start
Oct 20, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 06, 2008

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And now he´s back, from outer space...
I´m pretty sure I got the lyrics wrong somewhere but who cares I´m here baby. It´s time for a hard bloggin´ and man could I do with a good bloggin right now. Jease I dont think I´ve blogged since...
Are we still talking about blogs? Sorry my insaciable need for sex took over for a while.
Right, back to the trip. Cuzco has been well and truely done, Sunday we returned from Machu Picchu (still to be expanded upon) and on the Monday I had a bevy or two with Paul, Patrick, Michelle, Mary, Sonya and Adam2. The poles were to bushed to do the post trail drinkies, so I drank for them, literally.
We had a mediocre (hope thats the right spelling, this thing only spell checks in espanyol) pizza and then went for a Hookah (bubble pipe) in a little bar, a brief stint in Mama Africa dancing to some Madonna on the stage and off somewhere else for some latino vibes.
I got back at two in the morning, had a little conversation on the big white telephone walked downstairs in just my boxer short to wake up the night porter for a bottle of water. I gave him whatever Money I had (which he seemed happy with), and went upstairs to finish my... ah lets just call it puking.
Wednesday was a repeat performance but with my amigos in toe and without the trailers. I had now let me get this right... larger, pisco, vodka, whiskey, rum and I´m sure there was a gin in there somewhere.
The Peruvian Oasis tribute band were amazing. I made it to about half 12 ended up hugging some french girl from behind (I don´t actually remember this, but it maybe because I thought her hair was cool), and some how woke up in the room yesterday morning, with a huge hangover and a bus trip to Puno (on lake Titicaca) booked for 8am. Blah!
The bus trip was mostly unconsciousness mixes with flashes of deserted mountains and the odd cow. Oh and a couple of rude germans blowing smoke out of the window in front so that it came in our window a tripled the hangover.
Anyway we reached Puno yesterday, and found the El Manzano Lodge. A happy go lucky place with bunk beds. We had some fish and arranged to go to the Isle of Taquile (in the middle of Titicaca)today and catch the early boat.
The less said about this morning (now yesterday, Friday morning) the better. Lets just say that one of us decided to have a shower just as we were leaving and two of us weren´t going to wait.
And so me and Ewa went down to the docks, after buying some fruit that they recommend as a present to the family that you will be staying with. Turns out that the Island is a bit more touristised than we thought, but not by much.
Luckily we were staying on the very west of the island and we had the place pretty much to ourselves.
After another arguement on the docks. We two were on our way.
We stopped briefly on a island made of reeds. Had a snoop about on the spongey village and then we were off again for our three hour boat ride (The lake is huge)
to Taquile. The lake is huge.
What can I say about Tequile?
What a chilled out place, right in the middle of lake Titicaca. The people are friendly, the place feels really safe. The whole Island is pretty much terraformed into terraces for growing crops. Electricity is from solar and plumbing is non existant.
There is a bucket of water outside every toilet, with a jug for the manual flush.
We had a meal of trout in the main town, and then our guide Enis, who had patiently waited for us to climb the gruling rise from the port to the peak on the island, lead us for about an hour to the western peninsular that was to be our home for the night.
I was unaware how far the guest house was and in dier need of a horse and trap. In Fac. I almost soiled myself on about 15 different ocassións on the walk, but never underestimate the determination of a man not to shit his pants, I kept telling myself.
I guess it´s kinda rude for your first words to your prospective landlord to be, ´where´s the toilet´, but formalities were no where to be seen at this point.
(to be completed)
I´m pretty sure I got the lyrics wrong somewhere but who cares I´m here baby. It´s time for a hard bloggin´ and man could I do with a good bloggin right now. Jease I dont think I´ve blogged since...
Are we still talking about blogs? Sorry my insaciable need for sex took over for a while.
Right, back to the trip. Cuzco has been well and truely done, Sunday we returned from Machu Picchu (still to be expanded upon) and on the Monday I had a bevy or two with Paul, Patrick, Michelle, Mary, Sonya and Adam2. The poles were to bushed to do the post trail drinkies, so I drank for them, literally.
We had a mediocre (hope thats the right spelling, this thing only spell checks in espanyol) pizza and then went for a Hookah (bubble pipe) in a little bar, a brief stint in Mama Africa dancing to some Madonna on the stage and off somewhere else for some latino vibes.
I got back at two in the morning, had a little conversation on the big white telephone walked downstairs in just my boxer short to wake up the night porter for a bottle of water. I gave him whatever Money I had (which he seemed happy with), and went upstairs to finish my... ah lets just call it puking.
Wednesday was a repeat performance but with my amigos in toe and without the trailers. I had now let me get this right... larger, pisco, vodka, whiskey, rum and I´m sure there was a gin in there somewhere.
The Peruvian Oasis tribute band were amazing. I made it to about half 12 ended up hugging some french girl from behind (I don´t actually remember this, but it maybe because I thought her hair was cool), and some how woke up in the room yesterday morning, with a huge hangover and a bus trip to Puno (on lake Titicaca) booked for 8am. Blah!
The bus trip was mostly unconsciousness mixes with flashes of deserted mountains and the odd cow. Oh and a couple of rude germans blowing smoke out of the window in front so that it came in our window a tripled the hangover.
Anyway we reached Puno yesterday, and found the El Manzano Lodge. A happy go lucky place with bunk beds. We had some fish and arranged to go to the Isle of Taquile (in the middle of Titicaca)today and catch the early boat.
The less said about this morning (now yesterday, Friday morning) the better. Lets just say that one of us decided to have a shower just as we were leaving and two of us weren´t going to wait.
And so me and Ewa went down to the docks, after buying some fruit that they recommend as a present to the family that you will be staying with. Turns out that the Island is a bit more touristised than we thought, but not by much.
Luckily we were staying on the very west of the island and we had the place pretty much to ourselves.
After another arguement on the docks. We two were on our way.
We stopped briefly on a island made of reeds. Had a snoop about on the spongey village and then we were off again for our three hour boat ride (The lake is huge)
to Taquile. The lake is huge.
What can I say about Tequile?
What a chilled out place, right in the middle of lake Titicaca. The people are friendly, the place feels really safe. The whole Island is pretty much terraformed into terraces for growing crops. Electricity is from solar and plumbing is non existant.
There is a bucket of water outside every toilet, with a jug for the manual flush.
We had a meal of trout in the main town, and then our guide Enis, who had patiently waited for us to climb the gruling rise from the port to the peak on the island, lead us for about an hour to the western peninsular that was to be our home for the night.
I was unaware how far the guest house was and in dier need of a horse and trap. In Fac. I almost soiled myself on about 15 different ocassións on the walk, but never underestimate the determination of a man not to shit his pants, I kept telling myself.
I guess it´s kinda rude for your first words to your prospective landlord to be, ´where´s the toilet´, but formalities were no where to be seen at this point.
(to be completed)
