We didn’t have much to say this morning – we were solemnly trying to accept that we were leaving Amantaní for the last time. Breakfast was pancakes, bread, and jam, and then our host mamá walked us down to the port. Either the water was choppier today or our boat was just not built with comfort of the passengers in mind. We rocked back and forth on the swells so much that both of us felt seasick for the first hour of the ride. Our boat did make good time to Puno despite this, and by 1pm, we were walking to the bus station to purchase tickets for
We wanted to give Puno a worthy goodbye and decided that the best way to do so was just to explore our favorite spot, the black market, one last time. We didn’t actually buy anything, as usual, but we did have some exciting finds: an iPod for 300 soles, an awesome stand selling slippers, and all the ingredients to make s’mores (Hershey’s chocolate AND marshmallows)! I was also on a quest for some interesting graffiti as we ambled around, and I surprisingly did have some success. For example, I learned from one specimen that
We invited Victor and Ivan to our final dinner in Puno.
So, our bags are packed, our
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