I'd been sick for the past few days so nothing much has happened. I did move my snotty self to Puno, which is located on the peruvian side of lake Titicaca (giggle giggle). I did finally end up meeting up with my ever-elusive chilean pen pal who was also here for the same day i was. I also went on a two day island hopping thingamagig on Titicaca (giggle). Basically the first day the take you to these fake islands, well, not fake, but artificial, they're made of straw by the people that live on them. Mostly nowadays they are for tourists, but apparently they first emerged because the Uros (the people living on these floats) wanted to get away from the Incas and the such. Which gives me an idea... If i ever get sick of a whole bunch of people i should just make a float and... who am i kidding? There really isnt much to do on these islands. Basically the three and a half people there keep trying to get you to buy souvenirs made of that straw... They also eat the straw (tastes a bit like a cucumber but sweet... dont know if that made any sense).
Then the boat at the full 15mph or whatever it was able to pull took us to an actual land island (Amantayni or something like that) which ended up being about 3 hours or so away. At that point we were distributed equally and impartially to the dressed up local women who then took us to their houses: (with much huffing and puffing awaiting an oil painting to capture them), (apparently this happens every day with every tour, which takes on a surreal air when you try to imagine it... or at least when i do). I dont know what anyone else did, but i was feeling pretty nauseous at that point and i crashed, to be awakened for lunch, then for being asked twenty times or so if i was sure i didnt want to go up to the top to see the view with the rest of the group (yes!!! yes i DO want to go!! i just dont want to be turning inside out on the way!) and then for dinner... and then to go to the nightly feria.
It turns out that the feria consists of the locals dressing us up in native dress (was that un-pc? sue me) and then we all went and danced for a bit to the andean music, and looked like something out of a David Lynch movie... or something that belonged in one anyhow. The best thing though was the sky. On the way down to the party, you see SO many stars!! There is no electricity on the island or anywhere nearby for that matter so the sky is almost fuzzy with stars. Oh, and i saw the longest shooting star EVER!! It flew for so long i started doubting it was a real shoting star until it finally went out. It did go a lot faster than a satellite normally would. I wonder if i should've made more than one wish. At the horizon, where the sky and the water are broken a bit by the mountains there would be these incredibly orange flashes of lightling, that looked even more strange for the absolutely clear sky above the island and as far as i could see.
The next day it turned out that a whole bunch of us had returned the food that was fed to us either during the night or in the morning. I still dont know if it was the altitude sickness or the peculiarity of the local cuisine. Eg: soup with potatoes and pasta followed by rice and potatoes. Oh and the silly part came when we started comparing breakfasts and it turned out everyone had something cool, and i was the only one that got a couple pieces of bread. Am i getting fat and was that family trying to tell me something? Or maybe they figured it was the best way to fight against another bout of potential projectile vomiting. I will never know. And I must say, i dont even care now.
Today, on the second day, we visited another island but there is really not much of anything to say here except that the views of the lake were lovely. On the way back (yeiii!!! we go super fast!! i think we made it up to 15mph!!! oh wait.... that's the same as before) it turned out that half the boat was somehow educated in bio. A bioboat. Sort of sickening when you think of it. Or when i think of it. And then i was asked to go into the whole story of what i was doing school-wise. So that didnt really help. Thankfully the nausea gets abated by my anti cold pills!!
Then the boat at the full 15mph or whatever it was able to pull took us to an actual land island (Amantayni or something like that) which ended up being about 3 hours or so away. At that point we were distributed equally and impartially to the dressed up local women who then took us to their houses: (with much huffing and puffing awaiting an oil painting to capture them), (apparently this happens every day with every tour, which takes on a surreal air when you try to imagine it... or at least when i do). I dont know what anyone else did, but i was feeling pretty nauseous at that point and i crashed, to be awakened for lunch, then for being asked twenty times or so if i was sure i didnt want to go up to the top to see the view with the rest of the group (yes!!! yes i DO want to go!! i just dont want to be turning inside out on the way!) and then for dinner... and then to go to the nightly feria.
It turns out that the feria consists of the locals dressing us up in native dress (was that un-pc? sue me) and then we all went and danced for a bit to the andean music, and looked like something out of a David Lynch movie... or something that belonged in one anyhow. The best thing though was the sky. On the way down to the party, you see SO many stars!! There is no electricity on the island or anywhere nearby for that matter so the sky is almost fuzzy with stars. Oh, and i saw the longest shooting star EVER!! It flew for so long i started doubting it was a real shoting star until it finally went out. It did go a lot faster than a satellite normally would. I wonder if i should've made more than one wish. At the horizon, where the sky and the water are broken a bit by the mountains there would be these incredibly orange flashes of lightling, that looked even more strange for the absolutely clear sky above the island and as far as i could see.
The next day it turned out that a whole bunch of us had returned the food that was fed to us either during the night or in the morning. I still dont know if it was the altitude sickness or the peculiarity of the local cuisine. Eg: soup with potatoes and pasta followed by rice and potatoes. Oh and the silly part came when we started comparing breakfasts and it turned out everyone had something cool, and i was the only one that got a couple pieces of bread. Am i getting fat and was that family trying to tell me something? Or maybe they figured it was the best way to fight against another bout of potential projectile vomiting. I will never know. And I must say, i dont even care now.
Today, on the second day, we visited another island but there is really not much of anything to say here except that the views of the lake were lovely. On the way back (yeiii!!! we go super fast!! i think we made it up to 15mph!!! oh wait.... that's the same as before) it turned out that half the boat was somehow educated in bio. A bioboat. Sort of sickening when you think of it. Or when i think of it. And then i was asked to go into the whole story of what i was doing school-wise. So that didnt really help. Thankfully the nausea gets abated by my anti cold pills!!
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