I just couldn't face eating another enormous meal the family had made for breakfast, I thought my stomach might explode, so while they weren't looking I slipped one of the two giant loaves of bread we were given into my pocket.
I was sad to leave Amantani, it was such a picturesque rustic town, I wish I could volunteer there instead!
Me with an adorable lamb we found!
The horizon from the island in Hunter's glasses.
We said goodbye to Juana and it was all going well, until the boat ride, and then I just started feeling bad, really, really bad. I wasn't the only one though, Hunter was also having terrible stomach problems, and we soon realized it was something we ate. Eventually we figured out that it was the cucumbers that we had had yesterday for lunch, as Caroline was the only one who didn't eat them and also the only one who wasn't having stomach problems. Food poisoning!
The boat stopped at an island called Taquillo next (nothing to do with tequila) but neither Hunter nor I could really enjoy it.
It was another rural island, and it is interesting because they still uphold many of their ancient ancestors traditions and their religion. One such tradition is to wear a super long stocking hat and put the tail on one side if they are unmarried and the other if they are married.
A sign post in the main square, telling me just how isolated we really are.
Entrance into the main square. Once there our tour guide pointed to some random guy and said he was single if I was interested, he then explained about the stocking hats they wear. I went over to a bench to curl up and lie down in misery.
An old clock tower. I really don't have that many good photos due to how bad I was feeling. Food poisoning really sucks!
A cool tree we saw at lunch, where you can see those Bolivian mountains in the background again. I barely had any lunch, and poor Hunter couldn't keep the little she had down. I at least just had to wait for it to pass through my system.
On the boat ride back to Puno I slept almost the whole time, and woke up feeling a thousand times better! Just in time to enjoy the seven hours we had to kill before our bus ride to Cuzco! Great... Why couldn't this have been the time I was feeling bad instead of the island!
Me in a restaurant, trying both the deserts we got, where we spent four of the seven hours, very slowly eating our meals and getting dessert, so that we could enjoy they're free wifi (or as it is pronounced here we fee!) and warmth, as it was freezing cold again, to maximize the time before they got annoyed with us.
Some of the taxi's here are just tiny!
We seemed to be waiting forever at the bus station, but when the bus finally arrived and we went to board we were told we needed to buy a sticker from the bus station for $1.50 soles for some unexplained reason. We then ironically whished we had more time as we ran through the dirty station trying to find where you buy the stupid sticker. We finally found the tiny stand, only to discover the line must of been at least half an hour long, and we knew we only had about ten before our bus left. So we were forced to cut in line, which I felt bad about, but as we ran back to our bus we made it on, so it was worth it.
Hunter and Caroline just had the worst time on the bus, it was so ridiculously hot, and there was hardly any oxygen! The ride was both bumpy and loud, but it is one of my special talents to be able to fall asleep pretty much anywhere or anytime so I slept almost the whole way. We got home at four in the morning and as I climbed up to my top bunk, the sunlight was just begging to stream through our window, and the birds were just starting to chirp, I fell asleep again.
