The Inka Express

While Dan was nicely recovering from his bout of food poisoning, I was in the midst of a full-blown altitude sickness meets food poisoning meets exhaustion diagnosis. Not one to let such details get in the way of my travel experience I continued to trek through our itinerary as planned. It just so happened that the day I was at my worst, we would be travelling nine hours on the Inka Express to get from Cuzco to Puno.

It actually wasn't that bad. Dan resumed camera duties, while I napped between "scenic and historical" stops along the way. Although, I have to admit, I could have done without the stops and just slept the entire time:

As you can see, standing was of some difficulty. If you ask me the names of the stops or the places we saw along the way, I will tell you this. We stopped at a bunch of ancient Inca ruins and all I saw was the view of some rocks or a bench as I slumped over such objects for support.

Our first stop was at Andahuaylillas. An attractive church in the middle of nowhere. Sadly, no photos were allowed inside, but it was every bit as ornate as the churches scattered throughout Europe.

Dan said the scenery was beautiful, but not to worry he took about 785 photos of everything so that I wouldn't miss anything. There were lots of photos of sheep, alpacas, and llamas.

Supposedly along the way we stopped at La Raya, the dividing lines between the Cuzco and Puno regions. This pass sits at 14,000 feet, yet the mountains still tower above. I say supposedly as I can't really recall much from the day.

Dan was starting to get pretty good at the photos out the window. The first half of his shots were blurry and crooked. By the end of the day I think he had finally figured out to get a good shot from a moving vehicle.

I was relieved to arrive in Puno, if only so that I could fall asleep yet again. A nicely arranged cup of coca leaf tea was a great relief and soothing way to end the day.

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