We've just returned from our home stay on Amantani island on lake Titicaca. We arrived to Puno via a 6.5 hour bus drive. The whole journey was a complete eye opener at how fragile out little world is. We drove through cities with no paved roads, Shanti buildings and sectioned off areas of weeds painted as grass. Too often I think we travel and see only the beauty. Through ignorance or denial we ignore areas where mother earth is bleeding and humans are pushing their luck.
Puno is settled at 3800m above sea level with a population of about 40,000 not including dogs. It was raining when we arrived. We were trying to hunt down a taxi when HUGE clap of thunder hit directly above us. We thought it was a bomb or some sort of explosion. Not exactly the welcome you want.
Puno is cold.
The first island we visited was Uros island. Google it. It's incredible what they can do with a basic reed.
We had an amazing time with our host family on Amantani island. However, our guide was a tad odd. He was very spiritual and instead of telling us the history of the island and the culture of the people he informed us of his near Buddha status, the female and male energies of the earth, his proof that aliens were the creators of underground buildings and his proof of the great flood... I could give a whole book of examples. Trust my luck he didn't take a shining to william oh no he spoke about it to me every little chance he got. It was exhausting.
Our host family took us to a Fiesta where we danced a lot. They dressed us in traditional clothes and we had a lot of fun. Many pictures and even a video or two to show.
Our last island to visit was Taquile. Gorgeous! Places like that take all the rough edges of my soul and smooth them out beautifully. It was beautiful with a gentle lake breeze and a touch of sunshine. I burnt the shiz out of my face. It was honestly a touch of sunshine but gosh my poor nose!
Today we travel to Arequipa via bus again. Wish us luck!
Love and peace - Wozza