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At around 12 I headed to the bus terminal where I was shown into a private waiting room by an old man who I first treated quite suspiciously when he wanted to see my ticket , and led me out of the general waiting room. The bus was uneventful and I tried to get as much sleep as I could, and arrived in Puno at 7am. I grabbed a cab to my hostal and the driver helped me carry my bags to the hostal door, even though he was parked on the other side of the street. I was just telling myself I should trust people more as I tend to be very cold and suspicious of everyone when this guy robbed me of my change and never came back with my 7 soles he owed me! What a dick! I should have followed him back to his car I guess, but had let my guard down.
As soon as I was in the hostal I jumped into a tour that was just heading off for Uros and Taquile Island. Here also I was charged more for my tour than others I met later, and he tried to overcharge me for my room by 10 soles but I caught him.
The Island tour, incidentally, was also chock full of begging children and hidden costs, even more so than the canyon tour. It was a lovely tour besides that though, my group was all young people and quite a few Irish, whose group I immediately melted into as I always seem to do. Uros is a fascinating phenomenon, man made with reeds and mud, and an incredible feat of engineering if you think about it: these people wove an entire island and built their houses on it with just some local reeds. The boat ride to Taquile was quite long but sunny and pleasant, and we rode on top of the boat admiring the deep blue waters of Lake Titicaca.
Once back at the hostal I was ecstatic to discover I had hot water, so took a scalding shower and milled around my private room (it was more of a hotel than a hostal, as all places in Puno seem to be). Not feeling up for a meal in any of the cheap chicken places that were overabundant, I opted instead to buy a few empanadas, a banana and some break and had dinner in the comfort of my bed, reading a book.