Isle Taquile. Lake Titicaca. Serene



When you turn a corner and see a scene like this, you know you are in a special place. This island in the middle of Titicaca is very beautiful and very peaceful. It is dotted with Inca and pre-Inca ruins and a walk around it literally takes your breath away!

Enjoying each others company after so long.



The altitude hit us as we climbed from the boat and struggled up the hill to the tip of the island ready to start our walk. We were short of breath from the shortest exertions and rests a plenty were called for! Our group for some reason did'nt seem to be taking it so hard and strolled on a head walking boots and specialist hiking gear at the ready.

Inca terraces weaving across the island



Why speed a head when you can find a spot to rest and just be with a place like this. If a tour makes us miss the possibilities within such a place then stuff the tour.

Just after some caramellas



Much to Johns bemusement, this group were just one of many that, even living on such a remote island inbetween Peru and Boliva, spoke English just well enough to converse, especially when it came to asking for sweets. We did heed some advice which suggested that caramellas were not the best gift possible, pens and pencils would suit these children much better. Every time we met some, which was often, out came an assortment of colours for them to choose from. Followed by their frowns, dissapoined looks and pleads for sweets. Well my mum would'nt be my mum without something sweet on her person!

Chilling with the locals



Exhausted but enthralled, we hit the main square ready for a feed. Needless to say our group were already seated and our tour guide was runnig frantically around the island looking for the lost guests. Jeremy and John were enjoying the museum of traditional costumes, as you can quite clearly see, and me and mum were checking out the co-operative shop, seeing whether we were willing to pay 300 pounds for a hand woven scalf or not! But it took 3 years to make!

Saying goodbye to Peru and its locals.



As a little girl came out of her house and asked if we would like to stay the night with her family, we looked at the view they were blessed with and contemplated what it would be like to live their life.

The Bolivain Adventure Begins.....riot or no riot?