So, after doing my tourist duties in La Paz, i purchased my ticket to Cuzco next day. Apparenetly, the only way to get there, was to change in Copacabana and then again in Puno. Leaving at 8 am the next day, we arrived in Copacabana at 10:30.The changeover for the next bus was about an hour and a half, so i and my new bus friend Magdalena wandered the streets of this very charming little town. On our way to Puno, we had to cross the amazing lake Titicaca. The list of the things i don´t have time to see just keeps getting longer..
A while after crossing the Peruvian border, we arrived in Puno. There was a very quick stopover, and after only 20 minutes we were on our wheels to Cuzco. The arrival time remained uncertain. The girl from which i bought the ticket, said it would be around 10:30 pm the same day. Magdalena was sure that i wouldnt be there till early the next day, while the buss driver changed from "11-ish" to "12-ish" to "1-ish" during the trip. After my last experience, i was dressed for everything. The ride was really bumpy and the seats were tiny. but at least the buss was half full, so it was possible to stretch your legs. That was until about 7, when we stopped at a terminal in the middle of nowhere to pick up half of the Bolivian population. They all had 10 bags each (no exaggeration), which - of course - all had to be brought on board. Along with the two sleeping grannys on the floor, these bags literally made it impossible to go out for a stretch whenever we would have to stop because of engine problems (no surprise, really). At about 8:30, the engine had had enough. The bus driver announced that we had to wait for another bus, and that it would take about two hours. Yay! Im gonna spare you the happenings of the next couple of hours.
The most important thing, was that we were back on the road at app. 11:15 pm. The actual arrival time in Cuzco was 4:30 this morning. Three other guys that i met on the bus, insisted on getting a beer and hang out until 7, so that we could save one night of accomodation. Not a bad plan, actually. I could then sleep till about noon. Instead, we went straight for breakfast, and now i´m just gonna take a very relaxed day until the fun begins tomorrow:)
peace.
Hei Ingvar Örn,
SvarSlettså tøfft at du er på tur. Kos deg, hold hendene i lomma (slik at telefonen ikke bli tatt) og skriv masse mer. Vi reiser litt sammen med deg!
Store klemmer fra oss i Hamburg.
Hvorfor må du skrive på engelsk, er det sånn man gjør det i det store utland? Jeg vil gjerne ha bilder, takk.
SvarSlettEllers så håper jeg seff du har det SMASHING. Husk å sende din far en betryggende oppdatering av og til, utenom på bloggen, og sist, men ikke minst: pass på passet! Og selvsagt de andre viktige tingene da, men serr. ikke mist passet.
GOOD TRIP WIDEROE som de sier på engelsk!
XoXoXo Ida
Takk, Hege. iphonen er naa i trygg forvaring i mitt lett nerdete og 50 pluss-aktige magebelte.
SvarSlettTakk, Idis! Papsen faar jevnlige updates. og ikke minst mamsen. og passet ligger i forvaring i hotellresepsjonen de gangene jeg ikke sitter paa det. bilder kommer litt saann etterhvert. har mista kameraet, men proever aa vaere glink med telefonen.