22.01.2012 24 °C
The next morning the group hitched a ‘local’ Limo ride down to the port. Fortunately for our drivers it was all downhill but driving in Puno has it’s perils as we found out...’might might be right’ but even the pedestrians have a sting to their tail as our driver discovered when he attempted to mow down a young couple crossing the road.
Not many people get invited inside the Whitehouse but today Leigh and I were invited to meet the first lady. At this point it’s probably best for me to point out that for starters the house wasn’t exactly white and it was topped off with a reed roof! Welcome to Uros floating islands! Although it was located a 2km boat ride across the bay from Puno it seemed a world apart!
Once again ‘Slasher’ Whelan has been called out of retirement to participate in what has got to be one of the highest international football matches played....3,600m. Whilst the local opposition might have been young and had the advantage of the altitude we had maturity and cunning on our side. All I can say is that those watching definitely got value for money as the sight of 6 westerners bent double with the altitude barely 5 minutes into the game was a sight to behold! Despite the dubious start we were eventually declared the winners (5-1) but I still suspect that they took pity on us in the end!
Later that evening and probably in some form of revenge, we were dressed in colourful local costume and treated to some local dance before we met our ‘home stay’ families for the evening. As we tucked into a candlelit dinner with our new found family our initial fears about the language barrier were quickly dispelled as we engaged in a conversation which represented a game of charades!