We have been in Puno for a while now, and it grows idle and slightly boring. We do have lots of hats to buy, though.
The floating islands were cool, though they smelled bad. I think that the reeds under were rotting. We walked around the reed desert and looked at what they sold. I wandered away from the rest of my kin and was promptly called back in. One of the local persons forced a local wear on me, which wasn’t very flattering. We then took a reed boat to the other island. I rowed for a few moments, as did Jack, but then the original rowers took over, since we were being too slow. Jack started talking to some guy he thought was Ryan, but then it turned out to be some British guy.
One day in Puno, Ryan, Jack and I walked to the top of a mountainous hill. It started off as a gentle slope, then escalated to a very, very steep road then ended as stairs up the hill. At the top was viewpoint with a giant condor on the top. Ryan took pictures of Puno and I had to take pictures of him. We headed back down.
The other night Mother, Jack, Ryan and I went out. We went to the witch market, which sold llama fetuses. Jack tried to take a picture of them but the lady tending the booth started to yell at him. Mother and Ryan looked at blankets and I wandered off to look at red pea coats. The market was separate into ,rows and you couldn’t go to the next one unless you went all the way to the end. There was, however, a space to cross over which I did. When I was finished looking to coats I realized my bridge had closed. I was stranded.
I went all the way around to get back. Whilst I was preoccupied Jack had unwisely bought something from a cart. It was in a clear plastic cup and topped with cinnamon. It resembled banana pudding. He, at first, said it was really good and I refused to taste it. He then said it was ‘the foulest things his taste buds had ever touched’ so of course I had to try it. I didn’t think it was that bad, but he kept calling it sludge and abandoned it on the side of the road. We walked up to the fanciest hotel that had a bar on the top. It had windows so you could look over Lake Titicaca. Unfortunately, it was closed, so instead we went to Macchu Pizza (haha) to eat. The pizza took forty-five minutes and was greasy, but still good. Mother ordered a pitcher of sangria, which tasted okay and had little apple slices floating on the top. We finished and walked around a couple of moments before going back.