Well today didn't quite go as expected.
I'd started the day with the best of intentions of riding the full 140 odd kilometres to the Peru / Bolivia border and then (assuming that I got the all clear) the remaining ten kilometres to our hotel in Copacabana. Unfortunately, however Carmen wasn't feeling well (and probably should have jumped on the express truck right from the start) meaning Team Tourist made a slightly slower exit from Puno than we would liked to achieve.
Then Jules came off, no major injuries, a sore arm, a few bruises & dented pride more than anything else but it did make it extremely difficult to carry on, so.... we decided being at the back of the pack and with two of the team, sick or injured to call the big red fire truck.
I was disappointed, for them as much as myself, but the idea of trying to catch up on my own was something that I really didn't want to contend with, particularly as we had a border crossing to deal with as well.
As we drove towards Yunguyo, the little village which straddles the Peru / Bolivian Border, we came across a festival in Chacachaca which had obviously been going for awhile given the copious quantities of beer that everyone had seemingly consumed.
Note the number of beer crates in the background?!
In all seriousness though, It's amazing how much joy, music and laughter that emanates from the people of Peru. So many of the villages, particularly the smaller ones, through which we have cycled, have been celebrating festivals of one form or another and it amazes me just how many of the young kids play flutes, trumpets, drums or the like.
At any rate, leaving the locals to their own devices, we then headed on to Yunguyo, we had a border to cross. Formalities completed, we then crossed into Bolivia (I was a bit disappointed to be walking rather than cycling the 100 or so metres) where we then filled in some more paperwork, bought ourselves a soft drink and waited for our colleagues who'd ridden.
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