|We arrived in Julicana which feels very lonely. The runway is fringed with sad mud brick houses mostly unfinished. Thankfully it is still warm as we disembark to get to the bus. Local ladies sell hats and gloves while we wait to board.
I can´t decide if the half finished look is intentional as we drive through town, watched by toothless old ladies and tired dogs. Elliot has a tube of sunscreen explode in his face due to the change in altitude.
The road to Puno is odd - long open and almost flat interspersed with ramshackle huts and sheep farms. Occaisionally the walls are painted with colourful posters for the upcoming regional elections.
I notice a slight shortness of breath as I climb the stairs to my room (Puno is 3810 meters above sea level). Puno has some interesting colonial architecture and a massive condor on the hilltop which I make a mental note to climb.
I journey out into the market to buy a gift for the homestay family and settle on some bananas and rice (which cost me a total of 8 soles). A quick briefing by the local guide and then off to dinner.
I have alpaca with herbs (mostly rosemary) and a pisco sour. At the end of the meal we have a really nice cake to celebrate Kirsty´s birthday (age is not being reported). Then it is back to the hotel for some packing tetris and hopefully a reasonable nights sleep.