Puno, Peru

Puno, Uros

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$
Hmmmmmmm
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

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Santiago, Chile – Street Art

considering the dynamic nature of street art / graffiti walls,
how do these murals reflect the contemporary socio-political concerns?

 

 

what does this mean? what does this mean?
i see so many of them depicting the indigeneous groups, i see them particularly in Chile. what do they mean?
i believe these have something to do with the rights of the indigeneous people and some sort of battle the minority groups are facing.

 

 

 

VALPARAISO + street art

A Chilean flag hangs from the window of an apartment in Valparaiso
To get to Valparaiso, get off the metro station ‘University of Santiago’, walk to the bus terminal linked to the metro (there’s a tur-bus sign), and go upstairs to get your ticket from the ticket office. One way costs 2700clp.

 

 

En route

That’s me, I’m a Happie! 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I look at these pictures and I think, these are the only testaments to the fact that I was there. Memories feel so intangible; even at this moment sometimes those two months seem like a dream. But then I look at this picture and I recall how cold it was, how I smiled (grimaced) for this picture though it was freezing, taking a lone shot and feeling a little awkward, not quite sure how I should stand. Yes, I was there alright, I was there.

 

 

 

 

This was the day before I was flying off to Easter Island. Ah, who cares about these when I’m off to see the real ones!!! I thought to myself gleefully at this point. I found my heart swelling with excitement (and immense gratitude!!!) for being able to go, for being lucky enough to be able to go, whenever I held that thought.

 

 

Temuco in the south – indigenous people
I asked Zita about earthquakes; she laughed and said it’s fun, I should try it. I laugh, really?? What do you do when there’s an earthquake?
Apparently Chile is really prepared for earthquakes, well-equipped and the people are really used to it. Usually they just ‘enjoy the tremors’ until it passes, post on Facebook…. I confirmed this with Jose, who said the same. He said he liked it actually, the tremors. Have to say I’m surprised.
Of course, this is excluding the devastating ones.
I do feel safest in Chile thus far, compared to the other countries (cities). I don’t know if it’s my geographical imagination at work, or if it’s really the vibe that the place gives. At 8pm it’s pretty dark and I still feel jittery (the street lights are too dim and few) but if I were to picture myself in Brazil walking along this lighting I would feel more nervous. It’s still pretty crowded where I live.