Three days of consecutively going out to salsa dance and staying late night be a little too much. I learnt this at five o'clock this morning when I had to get up and get ready for my trip to Lake Titikaca. Our weird tourist agency agent, Fransisco, came to pick us up at six.
His catch phrase is My Dear Friends which is always accompanied by one of his extremely plastic smiles. However the more times he says that the less like a dear friend you feel, and the more you think he actually hates you.
He took us to the bus station where we were the first ones there, and he just looked so proud of himself for getting us there first, and we were just looking at him like you terrible person why didn't you let us sleep more!
The bus started and I immediately went back to sleep but was rudely awakened all too soon for one of the many, incredibly lame stops that got worse each time.
Stop number one, this random church that looked like the hundreds of others in the very Catholic Peru.
Stop number two: A crumbling wall
Stop number three: the side of the road, which was actually the best stop. Hunter bought some amazingly warm fluffy alpaca slippers!
Stop number four: a museum that was so lame I didn't even bother taking a picture of it so here's a picture of some llamas on top of a car instead.
Here is Hunter ready to get to bed in five layers of clothes, plus the three blankets we had on our beds!
Stop number one, this random church that looked like the hundreds of others in the very Catholic Peru.Stop number two: A crumbling wall Stop number three: the side of the road, which was actually the best stop. Hunter bought some amazingly warm fluffy alpaca slippers! Stop number four: a museum that was so lame I didn't even bother taking a picture of it so here's a picture of some llamas on top of a car instead.
In Puno we got picked up by taxi drivers with our names on pieces of paper. I get my first name Adrianne spelled a lot of different ways but this was a first.
Then we went to our hostel, and ate dinner with some friends of German Caroline, there was this one dude who was the most stereotypical Eastern European guy I'd ever seen, a brick layer by profession, he was a large, solid guy with a big jaw and short blond hair. On his left fingers he had the word STAY tattooed, and on the right, DOWN. Let's just say I would stay down if he told me to. 
Then back to the hostel which had no heating, and Puno is the coldest place! It must have been in the low twenties, and we were all freezing!
Here is Hunter ready to get to bed in five layers of clothes, plus the three blankets we had on our beds!
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