Day 5—Monday, July 25—Puno→Las Islas Flotantes (Uros)
Adam and I woke up around 10.00 and headed straight for the Puno’s port on the shores of Lake Titicaca, the highest lake in the world. A tourist boat took us out to three of las Islas Flotantes (Uros), where we walked around but didn't really commingle with the local inhabitants. Tourism is a curious thing—just how helpful and harmful it is, I’m not always so sure.
As the day proceeded I could tell that I had some altitude sickness—aka “soroche”—going on: a capricious headache and a slight fever. We took it easy for the rest of the day and checked out Puno via various bici taxis. When it came time for a meal, we decided against the myriad pizzerias, and went for something a little more local instead. That evening, after we set up an overnight tour out to the islands of Amantaní and Taquile for the next day, I went to a pharmacy and bought myself some soroche pills. They did the job better than the prescription that I had brought with me from the US—the same one that had been making me lose sensation in my digits and my lips for the past few days.
As the day proceeded I could tell that I had some altitude sickness—aka “soroche”—going on: a capricious headache and a slight fever. We took it easy for the rest of the day and checked out Puno via various bici taxis. When it came time for a meal, we decided against the myriad pizzerias, and went for something a little more local instead. That evening, after we set up an overnight tour out to the islands of Amantaní and Taquile for the next day, I went to a pharmacy and bought myself some soroche pills. They did the job better than the prescription that I had brought with me from the US—the same one that had been making me lose sensation in my digits and my lips for the past few days.
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