Taquile Island and back to Puno.

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Alpaca, Culture, Fish, Food, Peru, Puno, Taquile, Titicaca, Travel

After a great filling breakfast, it was time to say some farewells and head back to the boat for the next island. It took just over an hour to get to Taquile, at which point, there was more uphill hiking and beautiful views, before arriving at the main square.

The group guide, Walter, explained the local dress and courting activities of the local people. Life appears to be very simple with the constant use of the phrases ‘at 16 to 18, they fall in love. They fall in love and they get married’. Falling in love is initiated by the boy throwing small stones at the girl to show interest, at which point if she likes him, they’ll get married; what a concept for me, coming from the western world. It’s expensive to buy anything on the island, with prices being three or four times more expensive than anywhere else. Walter explained that it’s the best quality and that the money goes directly to the people on the island. I’m not one for trinkets, especially grossly expensive ones.

A short walk from the main square was the luchtime restaurant. A great dinner of fried fish was devoured and a cold coke purchased. Good timing to chat to some of the other travellers and check out where people are from and/or going to. All downhill after lunch, to the other side of island and a re-uniting with the tour boat.  It was a long 2.5 hour boat ride back to Puno, with the Uros islands faint in the distance. You can’t get away from the Sun here and any travel seems to roll really slowly.

After a brief transfer back at shore, we were in the familiar walls of the Qelqatani hotel, and our backpacks, awaiting collection. Knowing the disaster that the dining experience in the hotel was, it was time to hit up a local restaurant after freshening up, where I finally got to try the Alpaca. Not sure what the fuss is all about, as it’s similar to sirloin steak and doesn’t hold a very strong flavour.

Time to crash now, as it’s an early start for the tour bus to Cusco tomorrow.

Puno arrival.

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Architecture, Buildings, Coca Tea, Food, Hotels, Peru, Protesters, Puno, Qelqatani, Travel

Arrived only about an hour late in Puno, via Juliaca. The guidebook was bang on this time when talking about Juliaca, that it’s just a big junction on the way to somewhere else. Looking more like Nazca but with American sized streets, this town houses the nearest airport to Puno and that’s about it. It was great to see some traditional dress in the streets but the living conditions were not such a welcome.

Puno is such a claustrophobic collection of small buildings and steep streets, like a mini San Francisco. Rubble in random places, buildings barely patched and holding together but still all smiles and a thriving community. Soon as we got off the bus, taxi drivers were waving for business and we hopped on for a 3 soles ride around town to the hotel. The driver was trying to explain the local area in Spanish but managed to break a few key words of English to help us along.

Again, the streets are narrow and the drivers fast and erratic but it all flows like water, seeming held together by some invisible thought process that makes everyone aware. The hotel (Qelqatani) is pretty awesome and would compare to a 4 star back home. It’s rated a 3 star here and covers everything you would need under one roof.

While checking in, we were offered some Coca tea. As the Inca Trail hike will be supplying us with an endless amount of the plant that makes cocaine, I figured I’d better try it out to see if my body rejected it. Thankfully no bad reactions so far and the taste is somewhat similar to a green tea.

After settling in, it was time for a quick walk around the Plaza before it got too dark. As I discovered in Arequipa, there’s no shortage of churches and small cathedrals from colonial imposition but still, they are some wonderful buildings. Just across the road from the cathedral, there was some kind of protest going on. Wanting to avoid getting mixed up in any local arguments, we made a diversion and headed back to the hotel.

Getting pretty hungry by this time and it was dark outside, so the concensus was to eat in the hotel restaurant for tonight, as we weren’t familiar enough with the area. The menu had some great looking meals with Kingfish, Trout and Alpaca on the list, all of which are local items I really wanted to try. Bizarrely, all items except the few Euro dishes and a Pisco sour, were not available.

I ended up ordering a dry and bland Chicken Cordon Bleu – seriously, how can you screw this up? You knew it was going to be bad, when the food arrived with eyes and a smiley face arrangement. For that sole reason, the hotel loses most of the kudos I had given it, for its effort to cater to people who wanted something clean and classy, amongst the dirt and poverty of Puno. Maybe in that statement I’m missing the point – I should have opted for a cheaper place that was run by locals, and had a much better experience.

Climbing to Puno.

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Alpalcas, Altitude, Arequipa, Bus, Condor, Cruz Del Sure, Language, Peru, Puno, Taxes, Travel

It’s time to leave Arequipa. I’m getting used to this cheap and plentiful way of living and would really like a few more days to explore some more of these colonial exhibition of buildings.

It’s easy to forget why you travel when living a normal life but now I’m here and moving, remembering is so easy – exploration is an integral part of the human makeup and the more different the culture, the more it feeds the soul. I’m also reminded yet again how communication is never something to restrict life and despite my complete lack of any good Spanish vocabulary (outside of some basic keywords), I’ve been able to point, gesticulate and hack together similar words to get the message through. Unlike a lot of people I’ve seen on this trip, I don’t expect Peruvians to translate for me; I’m in Peru and work the language to their benefit, not mine.

After making the most of the fantastic fresh breakfast at the hotel and uploading a few more pics, it was time to check out and ask the guy at the front gate to hail a taxi.  15 minutes and 6 soles later through completely unfamiliar streets, we hit the bus terminal.

After checking in, it turned out we had to pay a departure tax of 1.5 soles per person but I’ve no idea why. There’s nothing mentioned on the website or tour guides about this, outside of departure tax for flights, so it’s lucky we had some change available.  The bus finally headed out, ten minutes late and with lack of internet this time.

It’s a slow climb out of Arequipa, into the mountains that catch the eye when in the center of town. Odd scenes scatter the start of the journey and I see a dead animal laying on its side in a field, with a local throwing rocks at it from a distance. Buildings started to get fewer and less developed within 30minutes and eventually passed into the distance, leaving only the occasional stone hut with straw roof at seemingly random points. It’s such extremely similar landscape to Arizona and New Mexico that you couldn’t tell the difference if there weren’t a few signs in Spanish.

There’s more ground wildlife here than I’ve seen so far, with Alpalcas plentiful, the odd group of sheep and the more rare sight of three Vicuña. It’s hard to photograph anything while moving, as the journey is bumpy and the animals are the same colour as the landscape. Hopefully there will be more chance to get up close and personal with some of these things later on, once we’ve stopped. I’ve also had the privelege to see a couple of Condor but nothing too close as yet. Perhaps the most unexpected sighting was of flamingos in a lake up here. Bearing in mind we’re at around 10,000ft, I didn’t think they were altitude dwellers.

The high elevation is starting to kick in a little. I did take a pill this morning to counter the effects but I was supposed to start 24hrs before and didn’t, due to the consumtion of alcohol last night. If it hasn’t already kicked in, I should feel the benefits before the end of the day. I have a lightness of breath, slight head pressure and tightness in the chest but otherwise well. Feet are cold and going occasionally numb but moving gets the circulation going. No headaches, dizziness or becoming distant yet – the fact that I can put together this blog means the brain is still functional.