the flag of Peru waves proudly in the wind!
Fact: there is a llama in the flag
along the streets of Puno
Down to my last country. Made it! Made it! Wow. Been really happy with everything, my passport is still with me, my credit card, my hiking stick. Woooooooowwww. Albeit lost glasses…. That’s the biggest meh thus far. Still, I’m incredibly happy and pleased. my heart is doing a happy dance inside
Border crossing from Copacabana, Bolivia to Puno, Peru
The orange bus that I boarded near the central of the town drove for about 10mins to the Bolivia-Peru border. The driver explains what we have to do: firstly get off and get your passport stamped at the Bolivian border. Then walk about 300m down to the Peruvian border to get stamped again. I had read online to carry my backpack with me when crossing border, and this morning my hostel owner had told me the same. With such clear warnings there’s no way my backpack was leaving me.
After reaching the Bolivian border the bus was changed from the orange to a black one, so the driver started shifting luggages over.
I carried my backpack with me, and I noticed so did some other backpackers. Some passengers asked the driver, es seguro? The driver had a brief frustrated dialogue with one of them – nobody is going to steal your mochilas, he says. It’s just normal to be careful, the backpacker replies. The driver semi- rolls his eyes. I get it, but I get both perspectives. I’m still carrying my backpack with me.
Got stamped at Peruvian border and waited for the bus to come.
Put my backpack in the luggage deposit space this time. I noticed 2 backpackers brought theirs on too, that made me a little worried. Ah well, here’s hoping for the best, we’ll see in a couple of hours.
border crossing – bolivia-peru
It’s really funny, because a few months ago I remember telling my friends, this was going to be the last big trip now – I just needed to get it out of my system, get it over and done with, and then go on to my simple life. This big trip to know I can do it, and I’m done. At this point I know it’s clearly not the case (at all, lol! I should have known) – if anything, this is the beginning of something bigger. I don’t know what it is and what it will be, but I know that time will come – maybe when I’m 27, or 30, or 60 when I’m retired. That made me excited and happy.
Copacabana – Peru – 30 bs
I arrived in Puno at about 11.30am. (Or 1230 Bolivian time – Peru is an hour earlier.)
This lady approached me to give me “tourist information” – many of them do that, I realise – I still went anyway, wanting to know what she offered. The pamphlet on the table showed 35s for the tour, I bargained to 25. She said yes immediately, so I hesitated. (Yes I do that hahah) and said I’ll go elsewhere and think about it. She followed me for awhile, telling me where I can go in Puno. Finally I got it for 25soles. = 8$
Shucks, suddenly realise I can actually go myself. I guess I was eager because the tour was at 4pm, I had time to explore Puno as a town, go to Uros, then come back and take the bus to Arequipa. Woohoo!!
views en route to Puno
peruvian kids in school hehe
walked around for awhile, spotted the local market
they had this wall where everyone pasted notices on.
ALFAJORES! So good, lingered with caramel on flaky bits and sugar icing powder on top
i misss ittttttttt