Up at 6:30 am as has been usual on this trip ( if not earlier). and head down to breakfast, we have the most amazing fried bread which is nothing like the greasy muck we get with our engish breakfast. this is hard and soo soo tasty, portion sizes again seem a little on the large size as each one of these is the size of a cob roll and i am given 8 (really).
after breakfast we are taken on a short walk to see the island by our sister. we then wait for our fathers return to spend an hour helping in some way. we see some of the others hearding cattle and sheep or baby sitting for one of the youngsters. so we think we may get a relaxing farming activity, so when our father turns up with two cows and two calfs all looks well. execpt for the window frame on his shoulder. this is where the fun starts, he explains that he needs us to transport some sand from the track below up to his house. each wheelbarrow load is about 60-80kg, so this is no easy feat at sea level, but at 3800 m in the blisterng sun, this is exhausting. after about 10 trips and half a tonne of sand later we are given our reprive and told to go on a wander on our own. In retrospect i actually enjoyed it and actually think i helped out the family in some way which is good.
after our walk we have lunch (note breakfast was only 3 hrs ago), and again Quinoa soup is on the menu this time followed by a stew served with the local cheese fried, Peru is known as the cullinary capital of south amerrica and i can really bellieve it.
we are then walked down to the port and we practice our Aymara(their first language isnt even spanish) and say our goodbyes. after getting back to puno and finding out this time i no longer have the cuboard with birsto table we head out for some food(really we just ate and ate and ate all trip). we then all met up again and had a few drinks (a few too many probably :)) and heading back to the hotel all in anticipation of reaching cuzco which had be