We spent our last day in Cusco on a tour of the Sacred Valley which was slightly disappointing as we were given more time to look around touristy markets than at the actual Inca ruins. However, it improved towards the end of the day, the highlight being a visit to a local textile manufacturer where we were taught how traditional fabrics were cleaned, dyed and woven. This was particularly interesting because purely organic plants and materials are used. Regretfully having to leave Cusco, we headed for Puno, a small town on the shore of Lake Titicaca. After a cold night´s sleep, we embarked on the boat journey to the floating islands of Uros. We found it fascinating how the islands and huts were all made out of reeds collected from the lake. After a short history of the island, we were welcomed into the local´s homes and strongly encouraged to dress in their tradittional clothing.

A three hour boat trip ensued on to our next destination, Amantani island where we would be spending the night. We were met at the harbour by our host families where we introduced ourselves in Quechua. The locals were particularly amused by the choice of apparel of one of our group members and essex lad, Dave who was head to toe clad in orange alpaca. Expecting to be sleeping on the floor in small huts without electricity, we were pleasantly surprised to find that our host, Marcelina in fact owned a hostel. We were treated to private rooms with comfy beds, solar powered electricity and beautiful views over the lake.

Shortly after a lunch of quinoa soup, boiled potatoes and cheese, we hiked to the top of Pachatata to catch the stunning sunset over the lake. Lit by torches, we made our way back down to the village and after more quinoa soup, we were dressed once more in traditional clothing in preparation for evening of local music and dancing. What a sight we were, with the guys in ponchos and peruvian hats, us girls definitely drew the short straw with brightly coloured, unflattering woollen skirts, embroidered shirts, woven belts and nun-like shawls. Our new attire proved to be somewhat awkward, should we need the toilet or balancing the shawls on our heads whilst trying to dance. It was certainly an odd but nevertheless enjoyable experience.

The following day we explored Taquile island where we were greeted with local dancing and a delicious lunch of fresh trout. After our brief stop on the island, we made our way back to Puno where we had an early night in preparation for our 6am bus to Copacabana the following day.