So after a wonderful time in Machu Picchu and Cusco we started our journey to Bolivia. The ride was beautiful and again we were up at 4000 meters above sea level. It is amazing that people can actually live up there in very basic houses with no heating.
Along the way we drove through a police stop (one of the many we have previously just driven through), so when Andrew asked if they were blowing whistles at us I said no I was sure it wasn’t for us. Five kilometres down the road when the flashing lights caught up with us we were a little nervous. Luckily after a difficult discussion in Spanish we had sorted it all out and showed them our international drivers licence, our bike passport (which we got at the border), our third party insurance and all the registration papers. I think they were a little disappointed that we had everything in order :).
The delay meant that we got to the Sillustani burial towers at sunset. These towers were built by the Colla people and held the remains of complete families. When the towers were excavated mummies were found inside the tombs. I had a wonderful time taking photographs and the view was spectacular.
The only problem was that when we left Sillustani and arrived in Puno (which was 30km away) we arrived in the dark. I thought I had found the perfect hotel…. (Alex I think you would definitely agree). It was a five star hotel right on lake Titikaka with beautiful views (or so I thought in the dark). Andrew didn’t quite agree …. and so we headed into the town of Puno and much to my disappointment found a very reasonably priced hotel (R180 for the room) with an ensuite (and hot water), cable TV, breakfast and the bike was allowed to sleep in the hotel lobby…. so I really had no leg to stand on for us to return to the five star hotel.
The town of Puno itself was frantic so we decided to head straight for Cococobana in Bolivia. Being the tour guide I happily told Andrew that we could see the floating islands from Cococobana (oops)…..
So we headed to the border driving along lake Titikaka not quite believing that our time in Peru was over.