Saying goodbye to Peru

Two days ago we arrived in Puno, a port city on the coast of Lake Titicaca. We took a tour of the floating islands which are inhabited by a group of indigenous people who build islands out of reeds and have lived on the lake since before Inca times. Yesterday morning we took a bus to Desaguadero, the border town between Peru and Bolivia. The local bus we took cost $2 and we were the only tourists, we were crammed in there with my big pack across our laps, sweating and hoping the ride would end soon. It was a beautiful ride though, we went around the lake and there were snow capped peaks in the distance. Once the ride was finally over, we had all the necessary documents including passport, yellow fever vaccine, hotel reservations, picture, proof of economic solvency, and all we needed was an atm to get the $100 entry fee. Oh, but no, there was no atm in the town and we had to bus all the way back to Puno and stay there for the night. So this morning we took the same bus to desaguadero (after visiting an atm in Puno) and got searched, frisked, and asked all sorts of questions by the peruvian police when crossing and then got asked even more questions on the Bolivian side. We finally got our visas and got a bus to La Paz, the capital, for $1.50.

Hygiene update after 8 days
changed socks: once
changed shirts: once
brushed teeth: twice
put on deoderant: twice
changed boxers: zero
showered: zero

And yes I know that that is disgusting.