PUNO..............

that's about how interesting a place it was. That blank space right there lol.

Na I should really be a bit more kind. It has the highest Lake in the world and it is bloody massive.

Anyway, start at the beginning. We left Arequipa for an early bus ride (7.30am). Our taxi driver was standard - dodging other cars, overtaking on blind bends, taking on lorries, beeping horns.....safe to say we got to the bus station in one piece. The bus ride was comfy and the scenery was cracking - we were getting higher and higher to reach Puno so the landscape was beautiful. Got to watch a film about an asbergers muslim - amazing film if I ever find out what it was called I'd reccomend it to anyone.

When we got to Puno we went out to the bar "positive" and had a cheeseburger. Not recomended. Music was too loud and food wasn't great - getting picky in old age you see.

On our second day we planned to roam around and check out anything interesting......which wasn't much in Puno. We tried to find the handicrafts market but the Lonely Planet let us down and we couldn't find anything. Instead we went down to see the lake. I got soaked with water balloons and water gun by these little Puno kids........when it's cold it's not that entertaining and kids are NOT cute.

The harbor was really quiet and not much going on so we decided to get noughtical and catch a ferry to the infamous floating islands. It only cost 15 soles each (roughly £3) and was cheaper than a tour so we decided to DIY it.

I'm glad we went, it's actually pretty awesome that these people still live on these islands and they float - extra points for originality. However, it was proably more amazing when tourists first starting going there. Now they have a set routine which isn't origninal and only in Spanish. They managed to explain that 70% of their income comes from tourism. Therefore they got really arsey when Tom and I didn't buy their over-priced souvenirs and didn't eat in their resturant, set up especially for tourists. After you have been on the island, they charge you for a boat trip that you have no choice but to take and take you to another part of the island with the resturant and market. Oh and a toilet they charge you to use.

We were rowed by two women and accompanied by a little Puno girl in our boat - she sang nursery rhymes in different languages........cute until she took her mum's hat and went around the boat expecting donations. Then counting it openly and showing disgust if we hadn't given much. She was only about 4 or 5! They do alright on those islands.

The next day was a lazy one including two set menu's (i love alpaca).

Two days were enough in Puno so we booked our bus to La Paz (Bolivia) and got up early next morning to get to the mental but small bus station, women shouting destinations "AERQUIPA!! AREQUIPA!! AREQUIPA!!" - imagine if that happened in Kings Cross. Righteo onto Bolivia.......