Sarah Too

A morning sleep-in after the Inca Trail WOULD have been nice; however, we busy people have places to go and people to see. We hailed a taxi to take us to one of the many Cusco bus stations at 7 AM. Six soles and 15 minutes later, ta dah! We're there. Check us all out as we hang at the bus station:




The Tour Peru bus that took us to Puno had to be the nicest bus I have ever been on in my life. The seat nearly fully reclined and there was a pull down leg rest, in addition to a foot rest. The windows were huge and when our showing of "The Motocycle Diaries" was over, I was able to snap a few shots of the scenery passing us by as we hurtled down the somewhat mottled highway.









Passing through Juliaca, out of where we would fly at the end of our stay in Puno, was like passing through a half-assed constructed shithole. Rebar stuck out of the half-finished concrete walls of nearly every building in view. The streets were dusty and littered. Diesel hung thick in the air. Drivers fluidly drive in both lanes and honked their horns at pedestrians. Good thing Puno, which is only slightly cleaner and less degraded, offers you a welcoming view like this:

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