After landing in Puerto Velho (the most surreal landing we have had going through the trees!) we jumped into a taxi and managed to get ourselves to the coach station, from there we booked our onward coach to Rio Branco. As we sat and had our dinner in a little street vendor out under the stars it became very apparent that everyone was looking at the two white faces.
Eventually we arrived in Rio Branco where we led on concrete slabs awaiting our very late bus. We passed our time by learning spanish and making up stories about thoe people around us, one of which was part of the KGB and lowen behold when he came to talk to us he was in fact Russian,
We boarded the next coach with our KGB friend and headed for the boarder, in the line up Dean and i couldnt help but giggle at KGB mans crumpled passport and thought we would be in for a show, turns out he got stamped and waved through and Dean and I with our sparkling British passports got stopped and and told they would deny us entry and the passports were not ours, aftyer a legnthy game of push the passports back and forward they eventually stamped them as our coach driiver was about to leave we jumped aboard to a coachfull of rather peeved passengers who we later learnt were most upset we didnt just pay them the bribe and get on with it (we didnt even know this was what they were after!)
Next was Puerto Maldonia a lively little spot thats coach house comprised of a concrete narrow buiding with stall after stall of sweets and little children playing on the cold concrete floors, we made a quick trip into town that evening, took a quick cold shower and jumped aboard our final bus leg for Cuzco.
Cuzco was cold, so i decided to wear all of my backpack and looked like a tramp but at this point neither Dean nor I cared, all we wanted was a hot bath and flat matress - and we got nothing of the sort! Arriving at our hostel the rooms were clean but sooo cold and even the cocoa tea (cocaine tea) wasnt warming me up! My altitude sickness went from bad to worse and my beautiful fiance decided it was time to check me into a hotel!
We spent the next few days walking the streets of Cuzco taking in the Lamas, the colourful and distinct perivians and the awesome cobbled streets (whilst taking lots of brakes) We also went for a horse ride up to the inca sun and moon temples which was a really memorable day.
We got a chance to walk through a typical perivian home, only to find 50 odd guinee pigs running around, there local dish!
We then found a tour company to go with for our Machu Pichu trek and they promised me that is was flat, i didnt believe them for one secound but neither Dean nor I had any idea of the amount of pain we were about to endure ....