Our last day in Copacabana and our last day in Bolivia. We walked around and found a red bus. As we started our journey, we went really slowly and it felt like we were going in circles as we headed out of the city. We soon got to the Peruvian border and we headed into Peru.
Oh ... I forgot ...By the bus station in Copacabana we went to a church with gates protecting it and a market to the side where I bought my first present. They were having an impressive ceremony. There were lines of people who had bought their cars to be blessed. They decorated them with flowers, then the priest would bless the car and the motor, then they would let off fire crackers. Then they would squirt the car with wine. Then we went to this big bunch of shops. We saw foosball so we had a game. Dad and I won. While we were eating at a market, some Argintineans came in and started singing and playing music. Mum had fried trout.
Back to the bus ride .... As soon as we got into Peru, we saw a few differences such as tuk tuks and cyclos.
We stayed in Puno for the night but in the morning, as we left, we got into a taxi. But it got stuck in a traffic jambecause of a parade to celebrate independence day in Peru. Because of the traffic jam, we had to jump out and get another taxi to the bus stop.
When we were half way on the bus to Cusco, a lady walked on selling a traditional meal of mutton and potatoes. It was quite like a hangi. There was a peruvian man on the bus called Henry. In Cusco we shared a taxi with him to our hotel.
Our hotel is actually a school. It surrounds a basketball sized court. Three sides are the school and one is the hostel. It is run by really nice nuns. By Zahn
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