Puno
-=[ DAY TWELVE - Wed 21st June ]=-
After a long overnight bus ride, we pulled into the Puño bus terminal at about 3am and caught a taxi to our pool, spa and sauna equipped hotel - not that we actually used any of those facilities. Lula organised a late breakfast which we had about 10am before heading off for a walk around the streets and down to the lakeside docks, about 30mins away.
Puño is not a particular attractive town, and definately has a strong air of poverty about it. Although looking into some of the very basic and run-down looking shop fronts and houses located on dirty streets, they are furnished with all the latest creature comforts and electronic gadgetry.
The was a little bustle around lakeside, presumably the same celebrations as were going on in Cusco, but to an extremely smaller scale. The water’s edge and docklands are covered with a green floating moss, which looks almost like a carpet inviting you to walk over in order to board a boat. I think not!
Even though there was not a cloud in sight, at almost 4000m above sea level, and with a breeze blowing over the water the temperature was quite chilly. In the evening we walked down the only street in the city with any night life to speak of to find somewhere to eat.