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For various reasons I was booked on a flight to Hong Kong the day after I was due to return from Peru. What would this mean? A 13,000 miles in the space of 3 days – nearly 30 hours spent a mile above the earth. Not before had I such a far-reaching journey planned for such a short space of time. But I wouldn’t have done it any differently. Below is the journey, in photographs.
The sky may always be a similar shade of grey in Lima, but the buildings are painted straight from a palette. There is reason behind the madness. The ever-gloomy weather has resulted in high suicide rates. The idea is that multicoloured streets will cheer everybody up. The result? Everything is exceedingly colourful and quaint. This includes the yellow painted Plaza Mayor.
As you may have read in Craig’s frank and gruesome account of yesterday, we were grounded in Puno until his condition stabilised. For a while it was in the balance as to whether he’d even live, let alone be able to fly, but due to insurance issues, two of us would have to leave either way. As it turned out, Craig made a remarkable recovery and was out of hospital by lunch time.
I am Michael’s baby brother (aged 21), and I get sick on approximately 50% of our travels together. While we were in Puno on the banks of Lake Titicaca, what would have been a spectacular view and atmospheric setting simply became a distant backdrop, in what turned into an epic struggle in my lower digestive system. On the day we were to leave for Lima I nearly died, again.
We got here in the dark last night. There was a big French group checking in. I got no dinner and instead filled in my Bolivian immigration forms and went online. Puno’s like Lima. Crime is ever too frequent. The roads are potholed. Streets and buildings are an unattractive orange-brown colour. Our hotel is enclosed within security fencing. It’s not advised to wander outside.
