After a long bus journey we reach Puno,it is a busy port town,lots of hussle and bussle.There were celebrations going on in the town,bands playing and people in national dress dancing( Helen would have loved it ) nobody seemed to know what it was all about but it certainly brightened up what would have been a dull evening.

The altitude is 3830m here,I'm breathing easily and sleeping a bit better,occasionly I sport a dusky bottom lip and nail beds a true Goth look,I know a young lad by the name of Samuel who would have been very envious!!

The girls have all had bad effects,stomach etc.my medical skills have been very useful,I make sure I douse myself with my essential oils and keep my fingers crossed.

Next morning we meet our guide Henri, who will take us to Lake Titicaca.