Machhu Pichhu

Machhu Picchu is very cool although the whole experience of getting there left me feeling like a walking dollar bill. The Peruvians take your money and as long as you see the ruins its job done for them. We found out that the price of the Hostal in Cusco was in dollars an not peruvian soles so we turned tail and ran for Bolivia the minute we got back, bypassing floating reed islands in Puno on the way. Organisational hiccup on my part. We did get to see the Püno bus station for a very long time after some barefaced lying from the bus company. Two poor girls had to share a small chair for a 10 hour overnight bus journey and we got fobbed off with an overcrowded minibus later in the trip. When coming into Peru we thought that the border crossing was all very disorganised, quaint and fun. When coming to leave Peru we found out some drunk git had forgotten to stamp our passports. They and the Bolivians were completely happy to let us pass through the border but if we wanted a stamp then we had to pay. We decided to pay the Bolivians and now have no Peruvian stamps in the passport. Apparently everything will be alright when we leave but I have my doubts. We went on to Copacabana and had a quick look at the Isla del Sol and Lake Titticaca before getting the bus to La Paz, which is where we are now.