Island Hopping: The Taquile Festival

It's a festival, a three-day event for the entire island ~ 

where nobody works, 

and everybody pours into the village square to celebrate.

Island Hopping ~ Isla Taquile

We are on Lake Titicaca today.  

Fleeing the Protesters

We are leaving Arequipa today, traveling by bus to Puno, on the shores of Lake Titicaca ~ to see the People of the Lake who live on small islands that they make themselves out of reeds.  I'm very excited, this has intrigued me since I first read about it.  

It's a long trip, though; it's an extra travel day each way, plus one for touring.  But we decided it's such a rare opportunity that it's worth the extra time and effort ~ and travel time.

Our transport is picking us up at our hotel.  We get a call the night before, though, telling us that we need to leave earlier than originally planned.  There is a problem.  There are protest marches taking place.  Yeah, no kidding ~ We've been dodging them the entire time we've been here!

Taking our cue from the locals and the hotel staff, again, we are not too worried.  We are packed up, ready and waiting in the lobby a few minutes ahead of schedule (as is Mr. C's habit).  Good thing, too.  

Our first cue to that we should be a little nervous is how nervous the driver is when he picks us up.  Here you can see him poke his head out of the hotel lobby door, checking to see if the coast is clear for us.  Then he is rushing -- running, actually, to throw our bags in the back of a travel van, then slams our doors closed on his way to jump back into the front seat.  And the driver speeds off to the next pick-up. 

But he stops at each intersection, rolling down the window, peering (anxiously) down the alleyways to see if he spots trouble.  Must be. He throws it in reverse, and we "beep beep beep" all the way back down the hill, speed up another side street, and do it all again. 

Finally, they determine it's safe enough for the guy in the passenger seat to hop out and, again, at a dead run, race up the block to the hotel to collect the next set of passengers, rushing them back, hustling them in, throwing in their luggage.  We repeat this a couple more times before we are headed out of the city and (I hope) away from trouble.  As passengers, we are all left a little breathless and more than a little nervous.   

But there's more fun ahead......

Our cute little helper-guy now turns around to make an announcement.  The freeway has been closed down by protesters. So instead of meeting up with our luxury (comfortable) tour bus, we are going to spend the first 3 hours in this little van.  We are taking an "alternate route".  

 Through these mountains.

On a rutted, rocky dirt road that looks like this.

Our driver earnestly explains that this is definitely their fault.   

I think he means it's definitely not their fault.

But then, I'm not really sure.  There's always the chance that we're being kidnapped.  But then, no, they are much too nice for that.

And we are not the only ones taking this "alternate route".  

The only air conditioning is an open window; but now the dust is suffocating.  

Tough choices have to made in life sometimes.

The road is so rough that we are being shaken in our seats.  Like a horrible parent who picks up their toddler by the shoulders and shakes and shakes and shakes him kind of shaking.  Like it blurs the company motto of "Enjoy The Ride" kind of shaking.  

Hours & hours of this result in sore neck and back muscles ~ for the next few days I feel like I've been beaten black and blue with a broomstick.  

This goes on and on and on.  We are in the middle of nowhere.

Just us and the llama's.

But finally, just when I despair of ever seeing civilization again, we site our "rest stop".  This is where we're supposed to hook up with our tour bus.  The real one.   And a bathroom, I'm hoping, after all these hours and all this shaking.  And lunch.  In no particular order of priority, I'm really needing all three.

This is what the complex looks like.  Oh boy.  

It's a little better inside; but, and here's another travel tip:  You get what you get, sometimes.  It's not always what you planned, but it is what it is.  

So break out the travel disinfectant, and make the best of it.

They serve us lunch, which they stopped to pick up before leaving town.  They really are trying to take good care of us.

We were warned about getting ill from different bacteria in the water here, and thus far have carefully avoided all fresh produce and unbottled water;  again with those tough choices.

And one more.........

I notice that the tourist warning is listed in 5 languages.

I like the part about being careful to use an Authorized Travel Agency 

so that you are not "Taken Elsewhere".  

I think I'm "Elsewhere".  I'm pretty sure.

Steve accepts his first cup of Coca tea, the national cure-all for altitude sickness.  We are still climbing, and when we reach Puno we will be at the highest elevation of our stay.  Something like 14,750 feet.  

Mercifully, that puts me out like an Ambien tablet.  I drift in & out of sleep, now on the tour bus and a paved road, as it turns dusk and then completely dark.  

Still not there.

Finally (finally!) we arrive at the Puno bus depot.  It's not like you can take a plane or a train to these little towns, remember....... they're too small for either of those commodities.  If you want to see the People of the Lake, this is it.

It's sketchy looking to me.  And it smells bad.  Not a good combo.

Inside, it looks like a well-stocked 7-11;

And outside, I notice that it's well barred.  Our wonderful bus guides (they really were doing their best in a difficult situation) make sure that we are all safely tucked into a taxi, translating for us what our destination hotel is. 

I couldn't tell if these were cab drivers hanging out?  Having dinner?  Maybe just some guys gambling?  Don't know, but I'm happy to be tucked safely into a cab.

Mr. C tells me something he's been keeping to himself up till now.  The hotel we are booked at has been having.......you won't believe it.  They've been having protests on site! 

Oh good grief, I've really had enough for awhile.  Luckily, we show up to this.  No protesters in site.

And I've never been more in love with Mr. C than when I encounter our room ~  luxurious bedding, feather pillows;

A soaking tub, and a toilet that flushes ~ completely absent are any signs that direct me as to what I can and cannot do with used toilet paper.   

And dinner that looks like this.   Ahhhhh....

It's been a very long travel day, and tomorrow we are up and out early to go see the People of Lake Titicaca.   

But before I close off, here's the kicker.  We meet a guy on the island who's nephew was on a tour bus, coming from Lima, that was stopped by those very protesters that closed down the freeway. They broke out windows, threatening passengers, etc.  Till finally his big ole' rugby champion nephew rallied the passengers to get off the bus and confront them, at least give it a fighting chance. 

And, in the end,  they succeeded in chasing them off.  But.  

Wow, that could have been us!    

The People Of The Lake

One of the most amazing things we experienced in Peru ~~ 

strike that, anywhere in the world (so far)~~

Was Lake Titicaca.   The Uros people of Lake Titicaca.

Rockin' It In Peru

It's hard to describe the living conditions we've seen in rural Peru, which is where we've spent most of our time so far. Or even in towns like this ~ Puno, on the shores of Lake Titicaca.

A Month in South America

We are headed for a month in South America ~ Ecuador, Peru, the amazing Galapagos Islands and the Inca’s fascinating Machu Picchu, concluding with a stay in the Amazon Jungle.  Here’s the map of the coming week’s journeys.

This is a big passport stamp for me!

So come with us!   Come follow along ~ I think the wildlife pictures are going to be amazing.  Plus you will get to see me in jeans and hiking shoes with a backpack ~ henceforth unheard of!

Here’s the basic itinerary:

Day 1-4:  Quito, Ecuador.   This gives us time to acclimate, to unwind from the journey, and to explore  little bit of Ecuador before we go ~

Day 5-11:  600 miles off the coast of Ecuador to the 

Galapagos Islands.  We’re cruising in a small 100 foot yatch with just 8 staterooms; so it's us & 14 of our new closest friends (that we haven’t met yet) from around the world.   We’ll follow Darwin’s footsteps here, experiencing some of the most amazing and undisturbed wildlife in the world.  Plus they cook for us on the boat ~ I'm already planning to hang out in the kitchen a bit.  I guess it's the galley, though, right?!

Day 12:  Back from the cruise to stay overnight in Guayaquil, Ecuador  -- just to see something different before heading to Peru.

Day 13-14: Fly to Lima, Peru

Day 15-16:  Fly to Arequipa, Peru (with the intent of starting to acclimate to those hellacious altitudes -- ).  There's a famous Monastery here, even made a spot in "1,000 Places" (my travel Bible).

Day 17-18: Bus to Puno, Peru;  and Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world.   They actually have islands made of floating reeds on this lake that house entire villages. I'm fascinated by this concept.

Day 19-22: Train to Cuzco, Peru.   Lots of ruins around here, and some day trips out to outlying areas. And this is where we'll take our cooking class for this trip.

Day 23:  Train to Aqua Calientes, Peru -- for Machu Picchu -- definitely the highlight of our trip!

Day 24-25:  Train back to Cuzco.  A couple more days to hang out with the locals and finish off our list before ~

Day 26-27:  It’s Jungle Pants Time – Fly to Puerto Maldando, then go by boat into the Amazon Jungle.

Day 28-29:  Fly back to Lima to catch our flight home the next day.

Day 30:  Sad plane day.  (It's always sad to have to go back home after these wonderful trips!)

Please join us!   Come along with us, I'll take you there!   At the bottom of this page there's a spot you can "follow along" ~ sign up if you haven't done this!   You'll get an email when there's a new post that way, so you won't miss any of the interesting sights and sounds of this fantastic journey on our sister continent.  

(You'll get a confirmation email that you'll need to return -- this assures that less-than-honorable bloggers can't just sign you up without your knowledge or approval).

Then you'll be able to ask questions, post comments, share your own experiences at all these locations ~ I would love to have that interaction with you all.

I'm all set, except to purchase my floppy equator hat, which Mr. C seems to think is a requirement.  

Other than that, I can't wait!