And again we have to get up early. This vacation is no relaxation when you check the times we get up, but this is how we wanted it.
Sitting in the boat to Isla del Sol it is smelling heavily like gas and then it starts to pour. I wish we would have stayed in the cosy bed and spent the day relaxing instead. But it is too late. 2h of freezing and holding a scarf in front of our faces later we are on the north side of the island. There is not much to do except for the 3h hike to the south side and we are searching for a coffee place to have our first coffee of the day. I am glad Arzu is as addicted as I am. The coffee place is really cold and so our mood doesn't improve. When it stops raining and we see a little bit of sun we head outside to search for the gold museum. We find a room that has a museum sign on the outside and check it out. This is fun. There are only a couple of shelves with old bones and vases. In 2 min we are done.
So we decide to hike a little bit, but the first lama getting in our way scares Arzu and we go back to town, finding a place to lay down on the "beach" to relax and get some sun.
BTW I am Canadian again today. :) The Germans which were with us on the boat are embarrassing and they even come from my home town Ulm. I cannot admit that I am from the same place.
After 3h we pass free range pigs :) to go back to the boat and go to the south side of the island where we pay 5Bs to go off board and have lunch with a great view.
The way back seems forever but we still make it back on time. We get the laundry - and believe it or not it is dry - shop a little more, eat lemon pie, which is served by the slowest waiter in the history, and we are not spoiled any more and organize sandwiches. Arzu almost kills the waiter when he needs a calculator to figure out how nuch change to give from 110 to 120 we give him. And even then he has no clue what to type.
We schlepp ourselves up the hill to the hotel to get our thngs and have to wait for the bus to open (@Dad, Mercedes Benz) before we can sink in our first class seats. The 2 extra Euros were totally worth it and we enjoy the luxury. :)
15 min into the busride we have to cross the border. First we need to get the exit stamp from Bolivia and I am remembered of the border crossings in Africa.
We need to cross the river by foot but not without stopping at the great Peru sign for a picture. We almost step into the wrong buildings twice and the bus lady is already annoyed with us, but finally we get our Peru stamp.
The bus takes three hours to Puno and the heat is not turned on, so we freeze like hell. The windows are leaking and I am glad I got the sleeping bag from the luggage. Otherwise we would have frozen to death.
In Puno we have a layover of 1.5h and are not allowed to stay on the bus. So we walk around the bus station which is freezing because all doors are open. There are still tourists though running around in sandals in 30degree weather. We are freezing through the layover and are having some fun in the restroom where the wall is sprayed with "do not wash your hair, armpits or feet here!" What?
When we board the bus again the heat is turned on and so the rest of the night is comfortably warm and we can even sleep.
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