September 23rd, 2008 – by: genkeeper
After a wonderful breakfast of homemade bread and crepes (our French friends were very excited about this), Kristi and I headed out to do a little exploring of the island. Little kids would stop whatever they were doing (flying kits, hitting bottles against the ground, throwing rocks at each other) to pose for our cameras, beaming smiles instantly plastering their faces. We wandered the rocky paths, bouldered down and along cliffs that ran straight into the clear, bluish-green water, and took nearly thousand photos of the small, simple homes and rugged landscape. Then it was back to Calixto house to pick up our packs and head to town for more exploration. The tourist crowds had arrived clogging up the main square. The tourists are usually on the island from between 11 and 2ish, so staying on the island after the tourists had left really gave us a chance to quietly absorb daily Taquilian lifestyle.
Sunset on Isla Taquile.
To kill some time before our boat departed, Kristi and I joined our French friends, Jerome, Emilie and Karine, for a coke at the best, and only, restaurant in town. We sat over looking Lake Titicaca, Boliva's rugged mountains beckoning us to come and play on them, just taking a moment to remember where we were (and how much altitude we had - a stellar 12,600 feet of it). The he headed down to the boats for a long 3 hour journey back to Puno
In Puno, we packed in some last minute shopping then had to figure out how to get ALL of our stuff back in our packs in such a fashion that they could be cleared by the airlines. This was our last full night in Peru and I was REALLY, and I mean REALLY, not ready to go home. I felt as though I had just touched the surface of an amazing, alive and still somewhat unexplored country.
They love their arches, and so do we.
I had yet to trek the deepest canyon in the world in Arequipa
, or go sandboarding outside of Nazca
, or go whitewater rafting near Cuzco, or visit a shaman in the Amazon, or hit all the archaeology sites in North, or explore some of the mountains in the Cordilla Blanc, or go bushwacking with machetes and one lone guide on the border of Columbia visiting the rarely explored ancient ruins there. Not to mention I have serious unfinished business with the Inca Trail. So, I guess the verdict is in - I'll have to come back to Peru!