Buenos Aires. One last city I had to tick off the list. I don’t know if there was anything in particular that brought me there but everyone I’ve met who has been there has told me not to miss it.
Nothing much happened in Sao Paulo. I was mainly there for the first day of the World Cup to experience the atmosphere.
In Peru, one could look out the plane window and see the endless stretch of the Andes mountain range. In the Amazon, it was the endless stretch of rainforest. It was flood season and it was evident from above. River houses dotted the scenery. The canopy was an unbelievable sight. It’s hard to believe that there is a city in the middle of it all. But there, 2 million people live, World Cup matches are going to be played, and people are flying in for tours of the Amazon.
I really don’t have much to say about Rio other than that I love the city. It’s one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen and experienced.
After travelling in Peru for a while, I was beginning to get sick of the same staples available everywhere; pollo con papas (chicken with fries).
As part of my time in Cusco (where I stayed a few days before going to Ollantaytambo, then Machu Picchu, then back to Cusco), I took an all-day tour called “The Sacred Valley Tour” and also a chocolate-making class. Here are pictures:
There are 2 reasons people stop in Puno:
- To visit Lake Titicaca
- To sleep the night before continuing their journey into Bolivia
The town itself isn’t worth visiting.
I decided to take a 2d/1n tour of Lake Titicaca (“Puma Rock” in Aymara language), the highest navigable lake in the world at nearly 3800m above sea level. The tour is comprised of visiting the Uros “Floating Reed” Islands, then going to Amantani Island and staying the night with a host family. The next day, the tour would travel to Taquile Island for lunch before making the 3 hour slow-boat journey back to Puno.
I took an 8-hour day bus to Puno, which I enjoyed much more than any of the night buses I’ve been on. The Andean mountain ranges provided a spectacular backdrop to complement my often recurring imagination of Incas dancing everywhere to the beat of Lady Gaga.
(Rocket Number 9 take off to the planet…to the planet…Venus.)
Upon reaching Puno, I was famished. I proceeded to walk to the city center to find some food. Saw a few Chinese “chifas” around so that gave me ideas. I stumbled upon one called “Chifa Shanghai” and in front of all the pots and woks stood 2 actual Chinese cooks. As this was quite rare, in I went.
Some young Scottish guy decided to go out last night and get very drunk.
He comes back at 4 am, gets in bed, then proceeds to talk loudly in his sleep at 5 am before waking up and then taking a piss on some Israeli guy’s shoe in the dorm. I am a light sleeper so I heard everything. I couldn’t help but wake up to see what was happening when another dorm mate started yelling “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” and then the Israeli guy echoing that thought.
Dorm life. 95% of the time, nothing happens except noisy dorm mates coming in and out. But 5% of the time, you have pukers and pissers.