The Second Chapter

He journey away from Cusco began the second chapter in my Peru Jouney. The first portion of this chapter flew by in a whirlwind of events. I arrived in Puno at four in the morning, hooked up with a travel agent and purchased a one night two day tour through the Peruvian portion of the Lake. Lake Titikaka is the second highest lake in the WORLD and looks like an ocean. Big sky covers the clear blue green waters sprinkled with tall reeds along the edges and the Andes run proudly over the Peruvian border and spill down into Bolivia. The lake in its beauty and vastness is breath taking. I was feeling emotionally more stable after I found an Isralie girl whom I could speak English with, I now understand the idea of a home language. We visited three islands in all, one of which was something out of Middle earth. The Uri people lived on floating islands that they made out of the lake reeds. Each island has it’s own president whom decides the number of people allowed on the island and each island eats and lives of the reeds! I was not very impressed with the tour of the islands sourly because I didn’t like the impact I was making in touring them as I was, though I was short on time. I was trying to get to the North of Peru to be in the waves and sunshine as quickly as possible. Immediately after finishing the tour of Lake Titikaka I hoped on a bus to Ariquipa, spent a long night in the Ariquipa bus station and hoped on another bus to Nazca at 4 am. I made a new friend right off the bat from Beging, Kody. Kody and I spent the next 48 hours together, I her translator and guide through the markets and madness of Nazca and she my side kick who knew how to haggle for room and a plane over the famed Nazca lines.
We flew over the Nazca lines in a six engine prop plane with another new Dr. Friend. Our Dr. Friend specialized in leach therapy and had flown to Peru with her babies and put them all over her body to get them threw customs, hahahaha! A bit of my life was complete after flying over the lines. The mile stretches of perfectly symmetrical petroglyphs in the middle of the Peruvian desert that can only be seen by a plane and that I had watched mystery shows about on the history channel since I was a chil, life is good. My time in Nazca was also short lived and I hoped on a bus to Lima before heading on my long journey north to Mancora.