The first little piggie built his house out of straw... We took a bus from Arequipa to Puno, which went via Juliaca.  We had saved 3 soles each on the ticket by getting the worst bus at the bus station.  Luggage was piled up dangerously on the roof, and threatening to tip over the rickety bus at any moment.  The journey was suprisingly comfortable but there was a large delay in Juliaca as all the luggage was removed from the roof.  This 30 minutes ...

We returned to Arequipa on the bus and said our goodbyes to our new trekking mates at the bus station. We returned to our hostel, where we had reserved a room. When we got there, they had given our room to someone else, and instead offered us a more expensive room right next to reception, where Sideshow Bob had previously complained of the all night long noise. So we said "no gracias" and left.Luckily, when we first arrived in Arequipa, we had checked o...

Colca CanyonThe kulak that everyone hatesWe have betrayed our usual way of uploading blogs under the places we stayed and have instead favoured integrity by keeping the Colca Canyon trip in one place.'Colca Canyon is the canyon of the Colca River in southern Peru. It is located about 100 miles (160 kilometers) northwest of Arequipa.Colca Canyon is one of the deepest canyons in the world at 10,725 ft (3,269 m), it is more than twice as deep as the Grand Canyon...

We left Cusco on the overnight bus and settled down with our avocado sandwiches. Lisa gobbled more than she could manage, and with the rocking of the bus it all came up again into a small plastic bag. Charlie luckily slept though the ordeal. Lisa blames the excessive amount of indigenous people in the aisle squashing up against her and stinking out the bus.We both woke up lots during the night because it was freezing on the bus. We had gone with a cheapie company...

Cuscu 2 After a solid sleep we awoke to the hideous alarm at 4:45am and packed up to go to the train station. We wandered in the wrong direction and had to be directed by kulaks through a closed market place. No-one thought to put signs up. We bought coffee and cakes from an old street vendor and boarded the train in a much more relaxed way than in Ollantaytambo. We were some of the first people on the train. Again Lisa was sat separately and Laurent came over to...