El viaje hacia Puno fue muy largo. En Perú acostumbran a parar el autobús cientos de veces, por no decir miles. Que si ahora sube un vendedor de comida o refresco, ahora personas que viven en mitad del camino y que aprovechan tu transporte, ahora sube un nuevo pasajero, ahora baja otro, el que no se ha acordado de ir al baño de la terminal y de repente le entran ganas de orinar, de repente huele a pollo, de repente huele a algo que no logras reconocer, controles policiales, pollitos dentro de una caja poniéndose nerviosos… en fin, en ocasiones te preguntas si realmente llegarás algún día. Vaya viajes…
It had been a hell of a bus ride to Puno. We had recovered from the jungle, but weren't aware of how long of an infernal bus ride it would take to get to Puno. Upon arrival, we were hit again but the altitude, a feeling we had forgotten since we had been in Huaraz. Not being acclimatized, we wondered the streets in look for a decent cheap hostel.
It had been a hell of a bus ride to Puno. We had recovered from the jungle, but weren't aware of how long of an infernal bus ride it would take to get to Puno. Upon arrival, we were hit again but the altitude, a feeling we had forgotten since we had been in Huaraz. Not being acclimatized, we wondered the streets in look for a decent cheap hostel.