Lake Titicaca

On Saturday 2nd June, I set off for the weekend to visit some islands on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca. On the bus I met a girl from Lima who was on the tour to Sallistani with me the day before. First we took a boat to the floating islands, the Islas de Uros, which have been created with the reeds that grow in the shallows of the lake.

Partially edible, the reeds are also used to build homes, boats and crafts.

We visited one of the islands and took a ride to their capital on one of their typical reed boats. I bought a snack there and got my passport stamped. 

Back on our tourist boat we travelled for three hours to the island Amantaní.

We were all devided into groups to stay with different families and I went to one together with the girl from Lima and a Spanish couple, which gave me the opportunity to practise my Spanish.

We moved into our rooms and got served a yummy vegetarian lunch. Our 75 year old guest mother told us that her father had just died aged 115 (!) and our guide had mentioned before, that the people on the island get quite old because they are vegetarian, neither drink nor smoke, and have no stress.

In the afternoon the whole group met again and we walked up mountain Pachatata for sunset.

After dinner at our families, we dressed up in traditional clothes and met up for some dancing. It was great fun and with the positive sideffect that my feet were warm afterwards. Nevertheless I didn’t sleep well and it was bloody cold, despite lying under six heavy blankets.

The next day after a quick wash (the family had a bathroom with a washbasin and a toilet, but no running water) and a nice breakfast, we said goodbye to our family and went to the neighbouring island Taquile. Unfortunately the weather wasn’t great and we had to hike up a hill to the main plaza in the rain. It took us half an hour and up there we had a look at typical Peruvian knitwear and got our passport stamped.

Then followed an equally long walk to a restaurant, where we would meet the ones for lunch, who had decided to stay on the boat. As I hate walking through the rain and as it wasn’t going uphill, I sped up and left everyone behind. At some point I wondered if I was still on the right track but eventually our guide caught up with me. I felt a bit bad, because a few people from our group were worried about me because they couldn’t see me anywhere… After a delicious lunch we went back to Puno, which took us three hours. Everyone was very tired and it was freezing cold on the boat. Around 3 pm we got off the boat and back to the centre. After checking into my hotel, I had a very long and extremely hot shower, before going for dinner to the same restaurant as two nights previously. That night I went to bed very early and glad my room had a working radiator.