Updated on August 3, 2015
Onward to Puno
Following our brief stay in Aguas Calientes after the Inca Trail, we hopped on a train back to Ollantaytambo before catching a crazy taxi back to Cuzco. The taxi drove like a madman, weaving through the highways and eventually, the streets of Cuzco at breakneck speed. Shortly after we’d entered Cuzco’s city limits, I was asking him in my most polite Spanish to stop the car and let me out. I proceeded to throw up on the side of the road for a solid five minutes.
A small dog was disappointed to see that it was just the orange juice I’d had at breakfast and nothing more substantial. If only my barf had been more chunky, the poor thing would have had something that resembled a meal. Spay and neuter your pets.
With the next couple of days in Cuzco, we retrieved our clean clothing, had showers, and got things in order for the next part of our journey. We opted to take a tour bus to Puno, since it stopped in several sites along the way there, most notable, Raqchi, home to a large stone wall and storage complex.
I had lost any respect for our guide by the time we reached Pucara, the last stop on our bus tour. While there, we visited the Museo Lithico Pucara and he began spouting nonsense about how Prometheus, the alignment of the chakras, and the Mongolians had influenced South American culture. I resisted the urge to call out his ignorance, as that was all it was, pure ignorance. At least it wasn’t as bad as if I had caught him peeing on the walls of Machu Picchu.
Puno is an alright place, but it is no Cuzco in terms of things to do. I’m already itching to get out of here. We took some time today to visit the funerary towers of Silustani, which were so eerily beautiful – large stone towers, standing starkly on the altiplano over a frigid lake below.
On the way back to Puno, we stopped by a local homestead for a glimpse into life of the average Peruvian (or at least, the ones who are willing to make money off showing tourists an inside view of their house). We tried a few of the traditional foods and my personal favourite was the potatoes with clay sauce. I know, right? Who would eat clay? I did and it was good!
Tomorrow, we leave to see the islands on the World’s highest navigable lake, Lake Titicaca.