Peru no more.

So my time in Peru comes to an end, its gone by so fast! Just enough time to check my passport and see another month has passed before Im out the door and moving on to pastures new!

Before leaving Peru you need to pass through Puno so it deserves a special mention here, everyone tells you to avoid it like the plague...and I have to agree. Oh its an ok place and you need to stop there if you want to visit Lake T but I got my worst case of food poisoning here so far and on the way into Bolivia aswell. Was so close to puking on the bus that the guy I was travelling with, Will moved seats to get away. Luckily managed to keep from evacuating on the locals infront of me, who to be honest would have deserved it as they insisted in putting their chairs right back and crush my already cramped legs. South Americans as a general rule are not a tall people and buses, beds, tables and market stalls are accordingly sized! Watch your head and infact your neck and shoulders if you are anywhere near 6 feet tall!

So after the border crossing from hell and nearly becoming illegal aliens in Bolivia we reach Copacabana and to be honest its got far too many hippies lounging around playing with Diablos and Pois. Also too high a concentration of stripey pajama trousers on display for my liking! Lounge wear is for private use not for wandering around in the streets displaying your slacker tendencies for all and sundry.

So still reeling from the sheer number of stripey trousers we check into a cheap hostal and I spend the day not more than 6 feet away from a toilet which gets a great deal of use. Following day am feeling either better or just empty, not sure what yet so go sailing with Will, Paige, Mikey and Simone. Have a great day, Captn Mikey keeps us in check and we almost get some sailing done when the wind picks up...most of it is just us rowing and Mikey telling us to tack in his best salty sea dog voice!

We were also promised fishing by the owner of the boat, this turns out to be a fish hook, some line and a pot of worms, this being the case I am put in charge of washing the worms...as thats about all that we get done! In my defense they are very clean by the time we return to shore!

Head off top Isla Del Sol for a night and walk across the beautiful island to a small idyllic village on the far side, so small it has one restaurant with 2 dinner choices, yet again Vegeterians need not apply! Entertainment is provided by several packets of mini crackers, a pack of cards and a few bottles of wine as we play poker late into the night. This is followed by a walk home in the dark and yet more awe at the sheer number of stars visible. Also see some awesome shooting stars as we sit out under the wide velvety black sky wrapped in blankets for warmth...

The boat journey back is spent discussing films and who is superior English or Americans, Will puts up a particulalry sterling defence and the Brits have it!!!! Quel Suprise! Back in the land of pubs, gringos and hippies...grr and we are all up for a big night. However a death in the town means the bars cannot sell alcohol so its a few bottles of Singani and whatever else we can lay our hands on and back to the Hostal...Much drinking and singing later and Will is being carried up the stairs to bed and we have an early bus to La Paz in the morning, will we make it...

Stay tuned for the next exciting installment...same bat time, same bat channel.